Morning Song

Collecting arrows for a world’s sorrow,

Pierced by a burning tear, so ravingly dear,

Embracing the lost and lonely wallflower, mired in fear.

The shimmering violet fades day to dark,

Awaiting light, nesting in the arms of a sleeping willow.

A dawn chorus alights as the chickadee breaks the morning dew with her song,

Vibrant chimes for a new day,

We hear her clarion call!

Mending our sorrows in a crown of compassion,

Separating the lethal lance of sorrow from the collected arrows,

And sing peace on velvet vanes,

For one lone songbird sparks a new voice of promise,

Love will reign supreme.