free verse-Sounds of the Morning

I hear the sweet songs of a newborn day.
The chirping of birds in every direction.
The sound of clean dishes clinking together,
singing the song of a perfect morning.

Waiting to be discovered by a curious ear,
or maybe an all-seeing eye.
Listen hard to the sound of the wind,
telling a story of sorrow and happiness.
Waiting to be discovered in its veil of mystery.

Yet the repetitive beeping of an alarm clock
breaks the serenity in my room.
Waking me from my deep slumber, so I may
explore the day listening and making my own sounds.
Until the night has come once again
to sweep me off my feet and back to bed.
Ready for the new day's sounds.