Pretty little birdy,
Why won't you sing?
Is not the sun's warmth,
A comfort to your wings?
Have not, you flown,
In the untouched breeze,
Beside gales that dance,
Above the crowns of grand trees?
So small and delicate,
Yet, majestic and strong,
Why won't you share,
Your enchanting, sweet song?
Are not, you free,
From the iron of mankind,
From wounds of deceit,
That arrest and that bind?
Do not, you see life,
Through films of purity,
Peering through the mass of lies,
Into the heart of me?
What creature so harsh,
So greatly incomplete,
Would rob nature of its voice,
And, life of its beat?

Pretty, little birdy,
My life needs your melody.
Make my eyes smile once more.
Please, won't you sing for me?

*04.2008