Sweet Harmony

He gives his early morning call, The old black crow with beady eyes, And sits upon the branches near, Beneath this cloudless pale blue sky. And then I hear the whistling cry, Of kite in flight, These morning sounds, Fill the air with nature's tune, No finer notes I've truly found. A wood pigeon coos and coos away, It's soothing sound so welcoming, I don't need a radio, For nature is a precious thing. That morning song, Just melts my heart, Sweet is the sound, Of a brand new day, Pleasant is the air so bright, All my cares now gone away. Jayne Louise Davies