Morning Sounds

There is something about the early morning light

To delight

The senses

As fluttering wings hint

At the source

Of cheerful sounds filling the air

In notes that

Override

The background drone

Of insects buzzing their constant

Tones.

Heavy,

Humid,

Warm

Air saturated with the scents

Of blooming trees

Mutes

The stirring sounds of neighbors

Waking.

Even in this neighborhood where people surround --

Hidden

Within their caves

Of brick and wood,

Protected from that which would

Overtake them

If not for the constant battle

Against --

Is life;

Thriving

In a world of concrete

And asphalt.