Waking up to the morning's dew,
the summer sun shines on my silken face.
The songbird sings it's mysterious melody.
It's tune is peaceful yet demanding and true.
The light breeze whispers to the oak tree.
"Let your leaves dance upon the wind old tree."
The wisehearted oak's silver leaves swing in the light breeze.
The songbird flies free.
The songbird's feathers glow golden as the sunrise.
A miricle takes place before my longing eyes.
Sister Songbird spreads her wings and speaks to me.
"When you hear the songbird's tune, your spirit flies."