Little Bird

Little Bird

Summertime reigns supreme

when honeysuckle sun gleams

only in my wildest dreams

or so it seems…

For I was born to be free

gliding on wings of agility

as I sail across the distant sea

a voice on the wind calls to me…

Little bird, little bird, soar high!

dance with the butterflies

never ever question why

don’t you stop ‘til you reach the sky…

Remember, no matter where you are

the night will take you far

when the sun meets the sandbar

time for a head full of stars…

Sky morphs to incandescent black

comets flicker from their track

as my tiny body goes slack

now don’t look back…

Little bird, little bird, soar high!

dance with the butterflies

never ever question why

don’t you stop ‘til you reach the sky…

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014
September 16, 2014