A not-so little bird, happy and gay
Once looked up in the sky,
Saw birds flying high above,
Twittering and chirping away.
She wanted to be with them,
Know new birds and trees,
She went and met their Chief,
He welcomed her,
And put her at ease.
So she left her lovely nest,
In search of a new one,
But when she reached there,
She saw the birds,
Who once she thought, were so much fun,
Had not kept up in the race of evolution.
She remembered her lovely nest,
And sang a beautiful song,
But all the birds looked at her
And said her song was wrong
She felt terribly sad,
In her grief,
She went to the Chief,
And asked him to help fix things,
He said all would be OK,
The bird found her wings.
As we read the poem,
She still waits and wonders,
Will she lose her voice?
Or will she rejoice?
