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what sparks the birdsong out of the dark?

This is an old poem that I recently found in the back of a work notebook, scratched between the the margins. I thought to land it here, as the birds are shifting their places again, spinning through the atmosphere as this beautiful tilted planet orbits the sun into Spring. Enjoy the sound of the birds first, its better that way:)

Dawn Chorus

What sparks the birdsong out of the dark?
I have always wondered.
Is it the celebratory song in the
Bird, or in the Trees
deep stirring for the coming light?

Perhaps with all that canopy,
the towering Trees can’t help but
lean forward just a little in their
rooted seats as
Earth spins them towards
Dawn?

And in their bowing, do they stir the Birds who
slumber in their boughs?
Perhaps bowing and chanting
in measured reverence
have always followed one another.
Robin would know, who is often first to wake

Then there’s the inexplicable quiet that comes
when the orange scented light
arrives in earnest.
when all faces –
beaked and barked and flowered -
turn towards warmth and
accept this day.