To love a bird, you must let it fly,
for it belonged up in the sky,
always flying, wings flapping
always touching  heavens
but not I.

To love a bird, don’t cause its death
don’t cause it hurt or curse its birth-
wings are meant to fly,
hands are made to reach the sky
like love forever hanging.

To love a bird, just set it free,
just take a look for you to see:
a flight so beautiful without an owner,
wings of freedom, unchained forever.

To love a bird, learn to let go,
and never shed a tear or so,
birds are never caged after they’re freed,
learned to seek another single tick.

To love a bird is not to own,
to love a single day, but not the nights
to kiss a bit of heaven, but not the sprite.