A beautiful Morning : A SONG BIRD
In the greenest of fields, Where the wildflowers grow, There's a singing bird, With a voice like gold.
Its melody so sweet, It lifts the heart on high, And fills the air with music, That seems to touch the sky.
With each and every note, The bird's joy is made known, And all who hear its singing, Are grateful to be shown.
For in this simple bird, There's a lesson to be learned, That even in the darkest times, Our hearts can still be turned.
So let us all remember, The singing bird's sweet song, And strive to keep our spirits high, No matter what goes wrong.
