"Morning Bird"
By: CJ-The Blessed Writer
Few things I don't understand,
And wish the answers on demand.
The birds they sing,
With such gleeful ring.
How they soar on air,
And I walk in despair.
How the skies seem to speak,
As they glide without a wink.
My heart's not jealous,
For the answers I'm ambitious.
They never seem anxious,
And the firmaments so spacious.
To fly has become contagious,
A desire that appears outrageous.
I want to leave my problems low,
So I can fly with hope, and my heart grow.
