Bird Song

It's raining, but it isn't cold The birds are playing in the dead grass of gold Doves, blackbirds, bluejays in the trees Happily searching For bugs; worms; coming up for safety My friends all feast I can hear them If I focus, could I understand I feel protected I feel safe with no one to hold my hand Fall in summer Unexpected beauty What was once dead Will be reborn Rain gives way to green and leaves and seeds and trees and Bees will swarm An owl lives in that tree With four or five of his kin The tree gives us shade That we live in The rain is getting louder The birds hide under furniture The clouds are getting darker But we wouldn't dare change her No, we wouldn't dare change her Fall in summer Unexpected beauty What was once dead Will be reborn Rain gives way to green and leaves and seeds and trees and Bees will swarm (Oh-oh-oh)