#54 Monday Morning Coffee Post

The birds at my house all whispered something in my ear this early morning, just before the sun rose. They told me one of their secrets and endowed me with passing it along to every open heart I met. Let it linger out into the web of kindred spirits and meddle amongst the daily chores of humanity. Here is what they said: 

Love, Love, Love.
Love is all there is,
from the deepest blue sky 
to the mountain high. 
Love, Love, Love!

This is what all the birds
sing at dawn
and what they confirm
in silence at dusk.