Bird

On wings he wants to fly

Careless, free, chirping his songs

Swooping down from the sky and back into the blue

Not like a nervous little mole,

Stuck in the ground, afraid to come up into the light

Alone in the dark, by himself slowly burrowing a tunnel,

No, he would rather be the bird

Free into the sun, the sky, and the trees

Free to sing a song that every animal comes to love,

That brings him warmth in the winter, that gives him friends.