I hear the robins singing in the garden
A pair hopping from one ant to another
Having breakfast; and carolling their praise
Between each mouthful.
A thrush joins them; and a sparrow
Lending their harmonies to worship
You, Creator God;
In the distance a cock crows, and
There are crows, croaking their song.
I know, at the dawn,
Herons will be squawking,
Geese honking, coot piping.
There are hadedas shouting
And weavers and bishops shrilling.
Somewhere a bush shrike will be adding
Its liquid call that makes me want
To creep among the branches
To see its beauty.
Doves coo out their presence,
White-eyes twitter and the sunbird
Will add its shrill piping.
All singing praise to their Creator –
And my heart rejoices in their hymn
And soars in praise as silently,
With all that I am,
I too worship our Creator God.