A little bird came to me
Fluttering her tiny wings in glee
Sat upon the lowest bough
Of flower-laden Buttercup tree.

And started to sing a pretty song
Picking up notes smooth and strong
I sat nearby in a divine trance
Filled with joy all along.

She stopped a bit to look around —
A dusty trail and a greenish mound
Then flew away in a feverish haste
Producing the sweet musical sound.

And I looked into the distance with a curious gaze
When I heard her mellifluous voice again
As she continued with her melody
This time — atop a golden maize.

A little bird came to me
And I admired her company!