EARLY BIRD

A Songbird starts the call to prayer,
Then others join in.
Soon, a chorus sings so loud-
In melody they blend!
What praise they raise - as ancient time
(The song is still the same...)
Ushering forth a Majesty
For which there is no name.
The light, it stirs up from the dawn
As Mother Nature harks;
Tarries not a moment there-
Chasing fast the dark!
Then the little chorister
Of whom God must be proud,
Takes wing upon the rays of morn
And rises through the cloud!