A Bird
Bird riding on the breeze,
Singing sweetly in the trees.
Flapping wings and dropping a feather.
Taking advantage of the warm weather.
Glassy eyes and pointy beak,
From underneath the branches peek.
Song echoing all around,
Saying the bird is freedom bound.
Past the buildings, over the town,
Never looking back, never looking down.
Over the fields, over a stream,
Flying high, this is my dream.
So keep on flying, flying by,
Flying all throughout the sky.
