The morning sings a soft tweet-tweet,  As birds wake up the sun to greet.  The branches sway, the leaves all cheer,  "Good morning, world! A day is here!"  The robins hum a gentle tune,  The sparrows dance with joy by noon.  Like painters brushing through the sky,  They splash the clouds as they fly by.  The wind calls out, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,  It lifts the feathers in a rush.  The eagle soars so proud, so bold,  A king wrapped in a cloak of gold.  The blue jay shouts, chirp, chirp, hooray! It fills the air with songs that play.  Like poets writing in the air,  The birds weave music everywhere.  The sky’s a stage, the clouds all glow,  A world of wings puts on a show.  And as they dance, so wild and free,  The whispers of the sky find me.