As the world turns by on its own lullaby

I hear a bird singing aloud to the choir

Not only to its peers joining in harmony

But to us bipeds conscious to admire.

Piercing through the frail human mist

As to resonate amid filters we acquired

We stand alarmed by its revealing nature

For it is claimed far away from our culture.

Inviting me to cavort dispatching utterly manners

As to dance and shout without a conductor

And to abut and hark on the guise of the waves

Of the sound of clarity now jutting through my veil.

And there again that sweet melody

Chanting to caress the sermon within me

The one that uplifts chaos with a ceremony

Giving me at last a state of equanimity.