Wind Chimes In The Morning

Drinking my coffee, Under my elms, On a humid, Valley morning, And I heard an angel sing. The Titmouse and two finches Looked up from The water bowl. They heard it too. And they looked To the sky, Past the low hanging Early morning clouds. I looked at the Three wind chimes Hanging atound me. Still No breeze. A golden ray of sun Blinded me And the sound Came again. The tiny birds Fluttered above the water A bit, And flew into The trees. No breeze yet But The wind chimes sing Without the wind On a humid valley morning. 5/27/14 ALTON TEXAS