Tanager Call

The tanager, he came to me
And sat upon an old pine tree
He sang and sang each single day
While I just went about my way

Until one noon I heard the song
It hit me that I had been so wrong
To never pay mind to what he sang
Through sharp beak with chirping twang

I studied that song every minute
Part of something bigger and I was in it
How God could make a bird so small
That stirs the soul with every call

I learned to love nature's peace
And appreciate my life's short lease
For in the woods the little tanager sings
And teaches me to cherish all things