Nostalgia

I truly miss it from my heart
The symphony from nature’s orchestra.
The price we pay for urban luxuries,
that beautiful intimacy of nature.

Those early morning songs
from the children of nature
that cascade of bird songs
pouring down like a fountain.

I could only hear them
all I could see out side my window
was soft envelop of darkness
dark skies and night diamonds.

A promise of new dawn
made them sing
the most beautiful song
human ears can hear.

Now I hear an occasional twit
a hesitant call at mid day.
As if they are too shy to sing
for the urban audience.

They feel that they are
not very welcome here
in the crowd of men
and man made sound.