The Early Bird

I have only head the early bird who wakes before first light I have never seen her beauty even when the moon is bright. There was a time I'd try to find her as her song drifted on the breeze I would search the rooftops, and the bushes and the flowers and the trees. But I stopped my hunt to see the early bird…even under the brightest moon When I realized as I was searching I forgot to listen to her tune. Now when I hear the early bird…when I hear her morning song rise Not only have I stopped looking for her…I often close my eyes. For I have learned a lesson…taught to me by the early bird… That not all beauty must be seen…some beauty must be heard.