If I were that bird;
Flapping my wing
In and out the nest, home.
All the blue feathers I'd joy
The morning songs I'd compose;
The tweets of innocence
Heart piercing mine gold,
I'd wear pride of my blue wing
That of the sky's paint
The limitless sky
No one knows the end.
I'd home within drum songs;
The great melodies with my beak
'Til echoing loudness bares
In these great green trees
And silence shrinks with shame.
I'd do it all in the dark woods
All with my one wing.