Songbird....(Poem)

There's a songbird outside my window,
And the green tree tops glistening with dew,
The lake is calm and silver,
The clouds fluffy and lazy,
The sunlight is golden like honey,
And breeze is cool but not cold.

He chirps, he whistles, he calls his mate,
He sits there without noticing me noticing him,
Is it his feathers, Is it the light,
Or is he wearing his best Sunday clothes?
Is he waiting and calling,
Or is he singing in memory?

The song is sweet like nectar,
It reminds me of everything I loved,
Does it take me back in time,
Or does it bring my memories to me,
Maybe the bird is looking forward to something,
And asking me to do the same.