Birds of a Feather

Life of a bird that swoons high above Singing this tune of true love Chirping and cheeping This Love from above Singing among the clouds May I take your hand and hold it As a wing holds a dove High above the clouds Let anger not clip these wings Let us soar though this wind from above Let these clouds be light and free Singing out our love Sit upon this branch and nest with me Let these eggs hatch with warmth so tenderly Tingling inside tapping, cracking and opening This love we have created This child from above