DISCOVERY
ABIRD to me was just a bird,A feathered thing one often heardPiping in the early dawnIn the lilacs on the lawn.But from you I learned to seeAll the beauty there can beIn the birds—the deep wood noteThrobbing in the veery’s throat,A cardinal adventuring byAs if a poppy tried to fly.God speaks indeed from bush and treeSince you discovered birds for me.
ABIRD to me was just a bird,A feathered thing one often heardPiping in the early dawnIn the lilacs on the lawn.But from you I learned to seeAll the beauty there can beIn the birds—the deep wood noteThrobbing in the veery’s throat,A cardinal adventuring byAs if a poppy tried to fly.God speaks indeed from bush and treeSince you discovered birds for me.
ABIRD to me was just a bird,A feathered thing one often heardPiping in the early dawnIn the lilacs on the lawn.But from you I learned to seeAll the beauty there can beIn the birds—the deep wood noteThrobbing in the veery’s throat,A cardinal adventuring byAs if a poppy tried to fly.God speaks indeed from bush and treeSince you discovered birds for me.