In A Tree With A Bluebird Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I was sitting in a tree with a bluebird.
Her songs sang sweet with every word.
I watched as her blue wings flapped
as she rose herself from a branch,
my heart sank deeply into an avalanche.
She continued to sing with her head
pointing to the heavens proudly.
She flew to my side as she giggled loudly.

My hand slowly plotted it's decent
to the tip of her wing.
I would do anything
to fly by her side.

We would sing songs as we woke up on an early morning.
We'd sing a song of our total yearning.

In time learning,
this is the place
where the fire is burning.
Then I woke up from a dream
and the world was turning.