I’m not just a bird
I’m a feathered philosopher
with strong opinions on clouds

I have a soft spot for wildflowers
I sing not to be pretty
I sing and write because
the world needs reminders
that joy can be loud
and wisdom can rhyme
Life can be utterly quiet, when
we live in the same mind

I fall in love daily
with the trees, and with the sky,
with anyone who listens

Yes, I question existence
Yes, I laugh mid flight
Yes, I once yelled at a squirrel
and lost the argument

That was then,
this is now, ahead of time

I keep flying
I keep singing
Because I can