The little yellow lemon bird
Was hoping to be heard
The little voice was chirping soon
Her mother would be home
The little yellow lemon bird
Was waiting for her food
The little sound was much too soft
Her voice was much too small
The little yellow lemon bird
Was flapping her new wings
The little voice was soaring high
With songs inside her tree
The little yellow lemon bird
Was hoping to be heard
The little voice was thinking soon
Her father would be home
The little yellow lemon bird
Was looking to the sky
The big blue world was all around
Her voice was true and free
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The Never Leaves
PoetryPoetry about the nature of life, and living a life aware of nature. All of the poems are original works.
