music of the morning kissed the breeze
as soft warm rays of the sun woke up the birds
flowers bloomed to the songs being sung
branch of the trees were being danced upon
pigeons, sparrows, there were humming birds
making merry, bringing life to the earth
a magical sight for my eyes to witness
I wondered as I stood in my balcony
how could they hold such power divine
to make me feel so pure, pious
would be unjust to call them stray
they surely were the birds from heaven
—
in response to write on the prompt of Stray Birds by my dear friend ZeroCreativity0