The birds talk to me In their chirping melody They tell me stories of the sky Of clouds and stars and how they fly
They sing to me of freedom and joy Of soaring high and feeling coy They whisper secrets of the wind Of storms and rainbows and where they've been
The birds talk to me And I listen with glee They make me smile and wonder why I can't join them in their flight? In my first post on counter social I decided to publish this poem of mine.
