Happiness Greeting Me

Waking up from bed in the morning,

I have my eyes popped 

At the spectacle outside my window.

A tiny, gold-hued bird with a long beak

Perched on an electric wire swinging

Gently like a child in a cradle,

Fluttering its wings, chirping

Mellifluously and ceaselessly.

"How happy this beautiful bird is!"

I wonder and reflect.

I feel as if happiness is greeting me

In the sunlit morning.