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
Copyright © Grace Cyrus | Year Posted 2013
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