FEATHERED FRIENDS

Blue birds fly up high and so free

They glide in the air

They swirl in the wind.

Beautiful

So graceful on such delicate wing.

Soft voices so smooth

It`s the dawn chorus they sing.

They follow on the slightest breeze with grace and so much ease.

Their eyes so gentle and shining bright

Diving and gliding till the early night.

So graceful and flying so free

Oh how I wish it was me!