The Birdie

That birdie was singing a beautiful song I pretended it was for me The notes played like a musical flute Its melody a symphony I looked around that little bird Sitting in an evergreen tree What could make it sing like that? Was it really singing for me? Manna fell from heaven As breadcrumbs found their way And the birdie sang even louder It had something it wanted to say To live in the moment And appreciate this gift I look at the birdie And my soul it does lift For even heaven knows the birdie Its every need and care It worries not for tomorrow It appreciates the breeze - the air I want to be the birdie Singing a beautiful song Let me remember this moment May it live ever long