If I Could Be A Bird Poem by Frank Roth

Abstract painting on the wall
Not much sense to them at all
My view of things is very plain
Don’t mind walking in the rain

I love trees and birds that sing
Flowers blooming in the spring
A crowning moment is for me
When I can see a mighty tree

Branches reaching for the sky
Sheltering birds that wander by
Wind in leaves makes mournful sound
Woodpecker on trunk will pound

If only I could be a bird
And sing the sweetest music heard
Into the tallest tree I’d fly
And there I’d stay as days pass by