If We Only Listen Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Little songbird,
do you sing for me
way up high in yonder tree?
Caged bird talks
from break of day;
enjoys what life has to say
in chats with the wind,
other birds on the fly,
whistles little tunes
when I’m nearby.
Why do we complicate
the simplest of things;
forget the awesome beauty
that gives it all meaning?
Remember if you’re lonely
a little down or blue,
it’s God, through his nature,
chats and sings to you.