Sing your song
Mad bird
Warble in the sky
The world
Has many troubles
There’s much
To make us cry.
Fly above the treetops
With wings
That catch the air
And marvel
At the things you see
They’re lost to us
Down here.
My land legs lug
Me down
I’m anchored
To the ground
A plant with shoots
I can’t uproot
Or else
I’d fly away.
Sing your song
Mad bird
Before I  
Wilt and die
My brambled brush
Could not retouch
The scenes you paint
So high.