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.