Bird Song

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

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