early at 4:45 AM the sounds reach in through my windows

as the early choir of birds sing their way into my being

English: A sunrise somewhere, probably on the Earth. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

offering their song for the day, their hope for joy

streaming through the sunlit beams of dreams

beckoning me out of my comfort

promising to fly with me through the maze

winging their way through Mother Earth

accompanying me out of the purple haze

chirping with delight, innocence… so free

with courage and daring they go into flight

angel wings carrying them out to SEE

promising another day to live with delight!