What magic is this, to elucidate the stars?
Dawn chorus erupts with a thousand yarns,
a thousand memories, wishes and desires,
an avian Arabian Nights furnished before us,
loves, losses and the lyrical space between,
adventures told with a spectacular orchestral score,
imagine if we’d never heard any of this before,
we’d be in awe, dumbstruck at the beauty,
seeing the impossible elegance of this world
a million times or more, instead we yawn
and fall asleep again, enemies to the beauty,
outsiders to a world so stunning and profound,
we miss all that should make us so spellbound,
forget the wonder, but wonder never forgets us.
