What magic is this?
This little bird who sits through night
Then sings in light
This testament to dawn
This living song

Who finds a place safe and dry
Then returns once more
to sing and fly

What magic is this? I hear and see!
This voice that blends with light
That from a silver threaded
throat will bring
a simple gesture after rain
an awareness of the spring
in being of this world again
This timely, timeless treasure
This little bird that sings