Sun Birds

Beautiful things can seem scary.

The sun comes up.
My body has already awoken.
What I want to say,
I will not allow to be spoken.

The birds start chirping,
Singing the song of the day.
What I would want,
I will not say.

The animals come running,
As I try to leave.
Even though I want to,
I will not let myself grieve.

The shadows the night disappear.
As I stare,
I hope at me they will not leer.