Oh! , ... Those birds will sing the sun right up,
as if there were a choice involved!
Oh! , ... That harmony of species at that moment
just before the sun comes up and opens darkness to the light!
From those moments onward,
the day just loses luster,
people wake and take control of what they deem to be their fate,
throughout the day they dominate...
and they shape it to their liking.
The birds will fly, but they don't sing...
until the following morning...
... Again!
Barry Van Allen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/till-the-morning/
