Come And Listen

Songbirds are coming to new summer's day One by one in their feathering born flight Through darkness of winter to blossoms height Oh see how they come and hear how they play To brighten up mornings - those once were gray The hours are shifting from dim to fresh light Make of past memories wintriness night That once with cold earth of icily lay Come and listen to tunes they're singing Love songs - for one and all - that needs to be heard From the trees of the forest of unmarked spring Each one - their heart therein - the birds are bringing Of love to acquire with new hope undeterred When they together in close up once more sing *Pablo Neruda once said, 'There is no advice to give young poets.'