Through the eyes of a bird

I am tired from my day yet I still fly

fly to my nest, fly at my best

my little eyes see such wonderous blue

The blue surrounds me and is all around me

 

Sometimes my wings take my body through the fluffy white

the soft clouds that are as white as my friend the dove

sometimes I fly in a flock oblivious to the beauty of this pattern

Never knowing why the human eyes look up above

 

I sit quietly and I sing on the young trees and the trees that stand like giants

I create lovely little lands with natures items just because I can

I breathe in the green worlds and I soak in the yellow kind circle

I fly around only being me with my friends singing at my side

 

Being a little bird I sometimes wish to cool down off in the sparkling sea

How I wish to touch the sea water where fishes like dolphins play

But I am a little bird and the sea is slightly foreign to me

But when the rain remembers rainbows can form I fly through tender colours

 

The sparkling soothing sun warms me like baths soothe a aching body

Other birds create comforting calls I do not have to even make a wish

I may not be like a hunting lion living in humid Africa

But at least the flowers petals, the raindrops and the trees encase me with love