I hear the stringed instruments of chamber music
I hear the sweet jazz of battling horns
I hear the hard rumble of rock and roll singers
I hear the fun tickle of bluegrass accords
But nothing compares to before the sunlight
When the birds sing mellifluous tunes
The praise that they sing reaches heaven above
On a beautiful day in June
In response to the daily prompt https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/08/your-daily-word-prompt-mellifluous-july-8th-2018/
