In the early morning I ride my old bike into work

It's just an old schwinn one speed with one quirk

It likes to stop at wonders i find on the way

We linger often to listen with little time to stay

The birds chirp most frantically on the color of the sky

I sit with them in wonder, and we ask the creater why

He gives all these clues as to his mysterious way

Why give us these beauties we really don't deserve

But so we can know his wonder so we can better serve