The Sound of Birds and Nothing Else

Morning breaks
With gentle light,
Bird Songs
Fill the air.
No noise of cars,
No busy streets,
Just calmness everywhere.
Feathered friends
On branches high,
Their tunes so sweet and clear.
In this quiet, peaceful world,
Only bird song
Do we hear.
The heart is light
Lost in the song
Of dawn’s embrace,
The sound of birds
And nothing else.