Little Bird, Little Bird, In The Cinnamon Tree.... Poem by Anne Rhitak

Little bird, little bird, it’s time to fly,
To spread your wings, and see the world.
Soar with the wind, and sing your song,
Little bird, little bird, it’s time to learn.

Little bird, little bird, it’s time to learn.
Watch the dawn, the brilliant sun,
See the sunset, and all inbetween.
Little bird, little bird, it’s time to live.

Little bird, little bird, it’s time to live,
So listen closely to your heart.
What does it say? It’s telling you,
Little bird, little bird, it’s time to love.

Little bird, little bird, it’s time to love.
Find the one who can speak to you
With more than words, but so silently.
Little bird, little bird, it’s time to stay.

Little bird, little bird, it’s time to stay,
Live out your life, for all it’s worth,
For the day, it comes only closer,
Little bird, little bird, it’s time to leave.

Little bird, little bird, it’s time to leave.
This world that you have come to know
Holds no further suprises for you.
Little bird, little bird, it’s time to fly.