The birds awaken and soar,
Higher and higher they go.
Flapping their wings quickly
They fly past me, so close,
I stretch out my hand, but
I cannot reach them.
Beautiful birds, black and white,
seen from a distance.
I ask, “Why do they soar so early in the morning?
Do birds ever fly for fun or only search for food?”
They each sing their own song as they fly,
“Are they singing to their creator or each other?”
I’d like to think they are praising the One who made them and thanking him for the food they find.
Maybe they ask for direction, “Which way Lord to find the best grubs?”
Or do they only sing to glorify the King?
An Adventurous Life 