Just like the white winged dove, sings a song, sounds like she’s singing. All I know is something like a bird within her sang. When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’, along. He rocks in the treetops all day long, hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singing his song. Listen to my bluebird laugh, she can’t tell you why. Don’t fly, mister blue bird, I’m just walking down the road. Fly like an eagle, let my spirit carry me. Cause I’m as free as a bird now and this bird you cannot change.
Written for Sadje at Keep It Alive What Do You See? Picture prompt Image credit – Evan Clark @ Unsplash.