Birds sing there songs
  a cacophony of voices 
All with different tunes
  pitches, ways to communicate
Tree to tree, then the alarm
  as others come to join
The eagle drops over
  chasing away are the little ones
Go, go they seem to say
  the bullfrog replies with deep tones
A web of sound descends
  ones not heard away from here
And rest creeps in at every 
  wonderful quiet word
Searching for the illusive
  and beauty filled in the deck