I Write Poetry
birds galore
as I look through
the window
as I open
my front door
they fly around
from branch to branch
they sing their song
as they wildly dance
they embody the spirit of
the one that created them
I knew he sent them to me
as a representative of him
that he was watching over me
and all would be ok
as I look through
the window
as I open
my front door
they fly around
from branch to branch
they sing their song
as they wildly dance
they embody the spirit of
the one that created them
I knew he sent them to me
as a representative of him
that he was watching over me
and all would be ok