The sun and the songbird

a sun beam butts against the glass window,
looking for a way in,
the chirping of the songbird,
it too wants in,
a sweet sound and a warm touch,
both in a race to nudge me awake.

i feel alive and aware,

and quietly i am reminded,
of this Chinese proverb heard long ago,
just keep a green tree alive in your heart
the sun and the songbird will on their own come....