The Beautiful, Peaceful Morning

(from 'the early years'....)

The Beautiful, Peaceful Morning

The morning is silent
While dawn breaks.

With the break of dawn
A sweet little bird awakens.
It rises and begins to sing
And breaks the silence of the
Beautiful, peaceful morning.

It greets the world with its song,
And the world begins to sing along.
It chirps, it sings,
What a beautiful sound it brings.
It chatters and tweets,
It brings music to the streets,
And it is so happy on this
Beautiful, peaceful morning.

With the bird a man awakes.
He rises from his bed
And prepares for the planned day
Ahead.
He walks through the streets
And unconsciously bears, but does
Not listen,
To the beautiful sound of the bird
As it sings.
Then the man begins to whistle.
Together the man and the bird create
A song,
And all are happy on this
Beautiful, peaceful morn.

The man walks out to the field,
And passes by - but again does not
Notice
The beauty of nature.
He hears many noises,
But the birds, as they sing,
Dominate all other sounds.
He pauses, then stops. There is a
Blasting noise.
Now it - for a moment - dominates
All other sounds of the field.

The creatures of the field
Are frightened and still.
The breeze begins to run,
And the clouds blanket the sun.
The man watches, as his prey falls
To the ground.
He turns and walks on further
To continue his activity.
But now, his whistlling is the only
Sound.
And once again,
The sound of silence resumes,
On this bleak and dreary afternoon.