In the calm and mellow, early morning... amidst the, fading darkness, growing brightness...

A songbird as small as my palm, swoops down from the, dark blue skies; perches on a dense tree, making itself invisible. It starts a conversation, with a happy sweet song... Standing in my window, I wonder what is happening, whom does the bird speak with... The song without music; grows sweeter and soft, enters my ears and gently touches; those delicate ear drums, sends goosebumps all over me, and makes me realize the bird sang, for the happiness, of my soul...