The Songbird In My Heart

It was in the early sunshine,
That the dogs and I
Walking in quiet stillness
Listening from deep within
To the sounds close by, heard
First the crickets and the frogs,
Then the songbirds calls,
Then the rustling of the leaves
All singing their songs
Not in any sequence, but all
At once, in each moment
An orchestra without conductor
It seemed, these songs
Had arisen from our heart.
We smiled, together as one
Awestruck by the magnificence
In wordless appreciation
Of the aliveness we felt
In that single, perfect moment.