I seek to rival
the morning light
and see with eyes
that burn with fire.
The night is long.
When morning comes,
the songs of birds
make fun of me.
But then I sing
for the sun to burn
in all we see
with holy fire.
The birds now join
Their song to mine.
and praise the light
that longs to sing.
That's how I learned
that song is fire.
Won/t you too then
sing with me?