The Wheel Of Life Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

A blackbird sits upon a tree,
His feathers black as black can be,
He sings so very merrily,
That blackbird there upon the tree.

He's looking for a mate to share,
A cosy nest to love and care,
His pretty song's beyond compare,
That merry little blackbird there.

And then he sees his own true love,
He spots her in the sky above,
The perfect match, like a hand to a glove,
They make the perfect pair.

And now his mission, comes to an end,
He's found his one and only friend,
They'll raise their young right to the end.
The wheel of life will turn again.

Jayne Louise Davies