The Visitation

A little bird came to rest next to me With its gaze it said, somewhat timidly Be free, lay down your worry and fear Fly with me, let all else disappear I thought for a minute, if only I could And then for another, maybe I should I can learn to fly though perhaps not on wing But nonetheless by pluck, I can learn to sing Just like my little friend in sweet liberation I put my burden down with new expectation With that it flew off, though its lesson remains And I thought to myself, how this explains why I love little birds