What if We Spoke in Birdsong?

I held off this poem every time the Rose-breasted Grosbeak sang through my window today because I was busy. The poem was worth the wait and a good reflection on my intent busyness. Enjoy!

Rosebreasted Grosbeak

What if We Spoke in Birdsong?

What if we spoke in birdsong
rolling notes
like the Rose-breasted Grosbeak?

What if our face shone
bright and orange
like the sunrise?

What if we grew lush green leaves
for every good deed?
or added a star
to our hair
for every kindness?

What if every day
we sang and smiled and grew
and said “thank you”?

About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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