I saw a little bird,
it flew by my window,
it said hello in passing…
Nature
Through the frosted glass,
a feathered friend is calling…
A flower whips,
side to side,
in a swirling breeze…
If everything breathing,
and everything that never could,
had a spark of life…
Rise and soar,
on the wings,
and on the strings,
never to bore…
A bird shuffles by,
feathers on a high up branch…
People who say,
that something is part of our nature,
may be right…
The hunter takes pride,
in their sharp reflexes,
but if the little mouse just runs…
Wave foam on a beach,
Grass blown over in a field…
You are here,
the sun has risen…
