Birds In the Morning

Birds in the Morning by Robert (Bob) Moore I watched the birds this morning, soaring high and flying free masters of the clear blue sky, not earthbound, like you and me they soar and swoop, and climb and dive, and sing their own sweet song I thought that, that would be a place, I could easily belong But then I thought about my life, and what it would mean to me if I was just a bird, with no loving family no wife, no kids, no home, no place to call my own no friends and neighbours in my life, just me, and me alone It’s always greener, so they say, on the other side but would I trade the love I have, to swoop, and fly, and glide I really do not think so, family is everything to me so I’ll watch the birds tomorrow, and happy I will be <><><><><><><><><><>