Tiny Bird

I can’t complain I’m sheltered and fed But this nagging ambition still builds in my head Of what was written and what was said Of a lonely road far from my bed You don’t venture far tiny bird in the thicket The home you mind is safe from the wicked It’s a shame you can’t fly far away And see all the cultures time built on its way With the people of both peace and war And the beauty of things in nature to adore But your home is well kept and happy it seems But what of your heart, your wishes and your dreams I can’t feel shame it would make me weaker About the wasted moments left to the meeker The scoundrel in me keeps my heart from fever But fever is wanted by my soul the dreamer So tiny bird would you say you much wiser The time you spend you count like a miser Or is it that you take simple love in your day In the little you make from the soil and the clay Do the storms bother you at all little one? Do the storms keep you hiding waiting for the sun? I see the light is there in the weather so destructive Are clouds to you renewal or counter productive? I take it we differ in thought and song Though I can no longer say yours is wrong But I take from you a lesson - a lovely subtraction In the happiness to be found in simple satisfaction