It’s April
The sun rose at 6 today
I ran just between the rain and the snowflakes
The birds were singing their morning tunes
They don’t care about the weather
They still know there is something to sing about
Their outlook is positive and based on what is
No fabrication of what they’d like it to be
They understand the seasons
and that’s why they remain free
I listen to them sing often
They are a part of my every morning
Just as my grandfather loved them
And my aunty Debadoo
I do too
They know me and that’s why they sing to me
They know I’m real
As real as the life they know
Knowing this sits well with me
It keeps me looking forward to another morning
A morning where the sun rises and you know it’s there even if it’s cloudy and you can’t see it
It’s still beautiful
Beautiful to me
That’s why I feel free
Free to laugh
Free to cry
Free to be
Free as the birds who sing to me