A Canary

Morning whispers in the wind

A canary bird by the window sings;

Mystic melodies of nature,

Perhaps of now or future.

Sweet in its tender sound,

A perfect glimpse of the world around.

Morning whispers in the wind

A canary bird in the tree sings;

Of the beauty in the seasons,

Falling flakes of snow

Life-giving rains

So too the sun in the brightness of summer.

Morning whispers in the wind

A canary bird in its flight sings;

The beauty in the oceans wide,

The dauphin on the surface dives in and out.

In the silence of the waters, a whale weasels

Beautiful sounds that dazzle.

Morning whispers in the wind

A canary bird on a flower sings;

The beautiful wildlife in African plains,

A gazelle sprints the ocavangle delta

As a cheater chases after.

Endless trails a zebra shapes

So too a rock python’s hiss.

Morning whispers in the wind

A canary bird on a rock sings;

Of the merciless heats of the deserts,

Scotching and suffocating the poor plants,

While drought tattoos the grounds

Yet golden beauty shines from the sands.

Morning whispers in the wind

A canary bird at its death sings;

An amazing feeling life as a bird is,

Limitless of where it can reach

In the beauties of the sky

A canary.