Little Bird

Little bird, little bird,

Flying so free.

Little bird, little bird,

Flutters by me.

*

She lands on a bush

And chirps a lively tune.

Never sad,

Never scared,

Never cold,

Never blue.

*

Soars through the warm breeze,

Peaceful flyers

Without a care in the world.

*

I wish to someday be

Little bird, little bird

joyous and free,

And having no boundaries.

*

To slice through the skies

What a high that would be!

To see some beauty

Of the wolrd from high above.

*

But alas, this cannot be.

One can't just sprout wings

And take flight.

*

So I shall stay

Feet planted on the ground.

With my heart going to pieces,

For having to still hang around.

*

So little bird, little bird

Doesn't cry like me.

Little bird, little bird

doesn't die inside

Like me.

The End

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