If I Were A Bird
If I were a bird,
which song would I sing?
Where would I place my nest,
in the castle of a king?
Would I be an eagle,
to soar the heavens high?
Or the majestic owl,
and keep watch through the night?
Would I be the sparrow,
to remind man of his worth?
So many birds to choose from,
here on God’s green earth.
The flowers whisper in my ears
the answer that I need.
“The choicest bird of all,
doesn’t feed on flesh or seed”.
A jewel with wings, the hummingbird,
they drink from flowers sweet.
Why does it stall in midair?
Is it taking time to think?
When they come in with the spring,
they do not bring a song.
Like drums their wings will beat the wind,
and so they hum along.
A vow of silence in exchange
for nectar they hold dear.
Their voice tuned to a pitch some say
that only angels hear.
When flowers hear their humming,
they shout out to the sky,
“Come my friends and have a drink,
Please don’t pass us by”!
Iridescent waves of
ruby red and emerald green.
Purple, gold and some of which
the eyes has never seen.
When they are full and happy
at the end of summer’s heat.
They pack their bags for leaving,
then buzz off without a tweet.
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