The birds say today is a good day for a song.

They chirp

And chirp,

And I listen along.

But I don’t feel like singing.

Maybe tomorrow.


Tomorrow comes.

I’m still not in the mood.

A bird comes along,

And it sings.

My mind is far away.

I don’t hear the song.


A new day.

My spirits are better,

But I have things to do.

A bird sings as I depart.

When I return,

I no longer feel like singing.

Night falls.


Morning dawns.

Waking up feels like a struggle.

Why must the day come so soon?

Not far away,

A bird sings.