Early Sounds

Early rise to singing birds
The songs that start the year
A verse of real and a chorus of hope 
I long to hear

A melody for the ages 
Rich sounds of trees
The rustling of leaves 
A gentle breeze

I’m alone up here
Most are sleeping still
The open marshes of Leyton
Yet to spend their thrill

A full day blocked till 8
For heavens sake 
Thank goodness for the sounds 
Noises you can’t fake