Please Keep Singing

I'm a semi-finalist in a contest for this poem!

A bird is as a song you see.
As a second passes by,
you wonder what the next note will be.

It's beautiful all around,
weither flying high,
or soaring low,
singing from the heart
and letting the sounds flow.

The more birds are free,
a happier world it may be.
My natural alarm clock,
singing her sweet melody.