When The Songbird Sings

When the songbird sings in the morning shouts and curses follow

People angry with being woken up in the early in the morning

Day after day it becomes a ritual

Wake up to the bird

Curse at the bird

Complain as resentful people talk about how their morning was ruined.

No one stops to appreciate the effort it takes to carry on

No one appreciates the beautiful melody it sings so sweetly

A natural phenomenon so pure

So sweet

Such hatred

When the songbird sings no more we see what we miss

You wake up to an alarm of electronic noise

Your morning is no longer the same

The melody that you thought you hated has never sounded as beautiful as it does now

However, you see that hate had consumed you and all you wish is to hear

The sweet melody of the songbird once more