I Write Poetry

Oh golden sun with glorious light
Who sails from dawn to twilight
And moon of silver who kisses the meadow
When she is stricken with the sickness of shadow
As with the spring helps flowers to emerge anew
Can you hear my small voice calling out to you?
Soon I shall leave my gentle nest
That lovingly bore me upon her breast
And take my first flight into the air
And find all in this world that is free and fair
To look upon the wise old forest and watch the dancing sea
To feel the sweet wind run her tender hands over me
To know the glory of soaring with the clouds of white
While I sing in the day and slumber in the night
I wish to fly with you as well moon of silver, and sun of gold
Till my bright youthful feathers grow dim and old
Till I can no longer sing the music that lays in my chest
And I at long last must lay and take my final rest