The Blue Bird

Only one on top the tallest trees of the nest

the bird was resting her wings on the side to

side, her feet were tugged in, her peak was

pointed straight through, her blue clear eyes

were shut peacefully and calm, the blue bird

was breathing like little winds came gently

and soft, when the bird was awaken from

the nest of the biggest trees of the

America, the blue bird was fly and soothing

into the rainbow color of the sky, she was so

happy and surprised, she met her flocked family

of blue birds were soaring with her, they'd take

the longest journey as it is, she felt in love

everyday and every night long, she always be

the Blue bird in spirit

Written by

Michael James Brindley

5-31-14