See the little bird in the tree,
Hidden so masterfully.
Nestled, camouflaged delicately
Among the branches intricately.
Could this little bird...be me?
A silent statue on a limb
Shrouded, thus stoically dim.
Perched, yet poetically prim
A faint, fluttering rhythm.
Resolute, what stirs him?
Could this little bird... be me?
Change of posture, a sound slight
Suddenly, the bird takes flight.
A secret signal, soaring to the heights
The horizon lures his keen eyesight.
Flying higher, higher without fright
Sweet liberty, glorious delight
Could this little bird... be me?
Is there a height to high?
Is there a song, a shrieking cry?
A melodious lullaby?
Could I soar, attempt to fly?
Are there dreams beyond my eye?
My heart and soul softly sigh.
Could this little bird... be me?
Dedicated to my children....
Hidden so masterfully.
Nestled, camouflaged delicately
Among the branches intricately.
Could this little bird...be me?
A silent statue on a limb
Shrouded, thus stoically dim.
Perched, yet poetically prim
A faint, fluttering rhythm.
Resolute, what stirs him?
Could this little bird... be me?
Change of posture, a sound slight
Suddenly, the bird takes flight.
A secret signal, soaring to the heights
The horizon lures his keen eyesight.
Flying higher, higher without fright
Sweet liberty, glorious delight
Could this little bird... be me?
Is there a height to high?
Is there a song, a shrieking cry?
A melodious lullaby?
Could I soar, attempt to fly?
Are there dreams beyond my eye?
My heart and soul softly sigh.
Could this little bird... be me?
Dedicated to my children....