Today began with
                                   frosty dewdrops that
                   clung to my feathers.
               I was damp and cold,
               But the sun was beginning  
                       to peek through the morning
                                         mist.
                      I let out a trill, my morning song.

           Everything in my nest smelled
                                             of rain.
         The leaves and sticks, the
               seeds and feathers.
                      I hopped about for a moment,
                  fluttering my wings,
                        warming them.
             Then, with one last jump,
             I let myself fall,
               but only to let myself fly.

                  I had flown before.  
                       I fly everyday.  
                    But everyday it still feels  
             special and new.
                            Over hills and valleys,
                dipping and diving,
                              I sang.
                                        Warm breezes ruffled the down          
                                              on my tummy,
         and thermals over the ocean
                                   lifted me higher,
                            higher, higher.
                      I felt like the most colorful bird
                                                   on the planet.  
                             Wings with 20+1 colors.