Little bird, in the tree, would you please sing for me, <br />as you sit alone watching the snow? <br />Sing your sweet song of flight, from day into night <br />and of places I dream I could go. <br />Tell me things I can't see, as you look down at me, <br />while you sail on the winds, of the sky. <br />For I long to be free, and to seek destiny, <br />with my view, coming from a bird's eye. <br /> <br />© 2010 JVD<br /><br />Jane Van Doe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bird-s-eye-view-bird-s-eye-view-a-bird-s-eye-view/
