Good Morning!

Make me a bird
so I may chirp it to the whole world,
 
the whole world that passes under my tree
and over this ground where  
branches break the light.
 
The frigid morning melted
by the white sun,
my sun;
this warmth must be announced! -  
 
for I am full of wingbeats
and notes
that should have been given to the sky long ago.
 
Make me a bird
so my life's business
can be singing
what I can't hold inside
for the whole world,
 
the whole world who can hear me.
 
I will tremble on my perch  
until all of them smile.