Day And Night…A Poem.

DAY AND NIGHT

Birds are singing through the night,

In the morn they soon take flight.

In the bushes and the trees,

Singing there among the leaves.

Sitting low or sitting high,

On the ground or in the sky.

Some like singing while at rest,

Some will fly to sing their best.

Wonders many do appear,

Songs of beauty we can hear.

So much happens day and night,

To fill our ears, and our sight.

©2024 Steve McLeod.