"It's Morning" (J. Ibbotson)

One parrot in a cage
At the home of a friend
Is reason to wonder and stare
Green wings and red face and a sapphire belly
A racket so loud as to out-shout the telly

But this morning my prayer by the side of the sea
Took pause to turn back to the moon in the trees
Where a green cloud of birds in a flock of a thousand
Call from one to another, "It's morning" out loud

"It's morning, it's morning, it's morning," they cried
From the edge of the tree tops to the edge of the skies
"It's morning, it's morning, it's morning," they cried
So open your heart when you open your eyes

And the sound of their voices together did blend
Forming chords of awakening I'll not hear again
For they shouted that never again would they fly
In such numbers across such a primitive sky

And they noticed my heart as it sang to the sand
"Do not worry," they call, "It's all part of a plan."
"It's morning, it's morning, it's morning," they cried
From the edge of the tree tops to the edge of the skies
"It's morning, it's morning, it's morning," they cried
So open your heart when you open your eyes
It's morning, it's morning, it's morning