The Birds At Dawn Poem by Joanne Dix

I awake so early with a yawn
I keep waking at the crack of dawn
I lay and listen to the birds early song
Tuneful singing floating on

I throw back my duvet and stretch out of bed
Draw back my curtains and scratch my weary head
I open the window and breath in the fresh mornings air
I see birds of plenty flying there

Soft fluffy clouds floating in the sky
I sometimes wish that I to could fly
The birds come down to the trees to rest
Some of the branches bend in duress

How I love to hear the birds early song
It Carries on the breeze on and on
Nature is such a wonderful thing
More people should take time to listen in