Cobblestone (Happy) Poem by Poet of the River

Sitting by my window looking at the soft cobblestone street as a lone bird sits on my sill to sing.
What a fantastic creature this is I would meet whom with its joy and happiness would I fill.
The tune it plays and the way it sways to the wind as is its calling, simple and not filled darkly with lust but as gentle as when from the trees the leaves would be falling.
Hope within me breaks free and brings forth a smile to my face as I listen to the beautiful calling bird.