Little bird, in the tree, would you please sing for me,
as you sit alone watching the snow?
Sing your sweet song of flight, from day into night
and of places I dream I could go.
Tell me things I can't see, as you look down at me,
while you sail on the winds, of the sky.
For I long to be free, and to seek destiny,
with my view, coming from a bird's eye.

© 2010 JVD

Jane Van Doe

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