Oh, little bird…
How you fly.
Freely without fear.
Although death may be near.
You drift, glide and disappear.
You are here and then you are there.
Always prepared and never scared.
You are brave.
Far too rebellious to stay in a cage.
Oh, how you would rage.
You are meant to travel far and wide.
Oh how you glide against the smooth night air
So beautiful, it’s hard not to stare
Little bird.. Take care.
