I awoke one sunny morn,

Greeted by the cheery chirps of a bird newly born,

Its sweet melody transforming the droplets of dew into diamonds,

And the lush verdure into brilliant emerald, jasper, and jade,

Each morning I woke, refreshed and reborn,

Like a phoenix out of the burning embers,

I greeted each day anew,

For the sanguine tune of my feathered friend,

Filled each day to no end,

And occasionally pierced the moonlit twilight,

The years rolled by,

And I faced my share of joys and trials,

Yet, the familiar whistle of the bird on the rafters,

Soothed my aching soul and added the cherry to my delights,

Then one day I awoke,

To find my friend lying beside the brook,

Unscathed, save a few ruffled feathers,

Yet those jet black eyes shone no more,

Wrapped in a shroud that would never fall,

A melodious voice, that would ne’er again,

Greet me in the morning like a friend