WHO AWAKENS THE WORLD?
By Josie Whitehead
In spring who is the first to sing?
Well it isn’t me, for sure.
It’s not my Dad, for certain,
For listen! Hear him snore?
The blackbird first began to sing
Upon this summer morn.
His lovely song on stillness came,
And on the breeze was borne.
The second bird, the wren, awoke,
Quite keen to start his day.
He joined the blackbird and the thrush
In song, without delay.
Then the robin woke up from his sleep
And saw the rising sun.
He thought that joining other birds,
Would also be some fun.
The pigeons heard the others' songs
And soon began to coo.
They sang their songs, upon the breeze,
And the chorus grew and grew.
The animals then woke and heard
The birds upon this day,
Whilst children still slept in their beds,
Not ready yet for play.
Before the noise of traffic comes:
Before the noise of man –
Wake up, wake up and quietly hear
Sweet Nature, if you can.
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