When conditioned to the silence of winter, that first sound of bird song can be surprising. Its music is a far better reminder than a date on the calendar that warmth will soon return. Even if there is snow on the ground, each trill carries a seed of spring to plant inside the hearts that hear them.
A bird intends its song
to be heard. It is a gift,
in an appreciative ear.
The worlds needs more songbirds.
Song choice: Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus (acapella version)
This poem is linked up to Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads' Tuesday Platform. It is also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry 392.