The song of the birds at dawn
echos all day.
Could someone attempt to decipher
the cry of the songbirds?
Since the beginning of time,
they’re crying out.
Till the end of time, they will.
O sweet Lord of the Universe,
give us the understanding
of this language unknown to our ears.
We’ve reached the moon
and wandered in the mighty skies.
Yet we fail to understand
when at dawn these little creatures cry.