The beautiful songbird awoke

Looking about there were no others

She thought to herself

If there are no others

Why should I sing

Then she heard a voice say

When I created you I gave you
a most beautiful gift your Morning Song

When you sing it all my creation is joyful

She pondered and then filled up her breast

And the most beautiful song came

Instantly all the other birds began to sing

The trees swayed

The grass grew

The sun shined

The voice said

Rejoice in this moment of which you are