The Song Of The Yellow Bird

The Song Of The Yellow Bird

It was a beautiful morning in May,
all of nature it seemed had come out to play.
As I  walked down my street,
I heard birds singing so sweet,
but one in partictular stood out amoung the crowd,
his song seemed most beautiful, strong and proud.
Darting from tree to tree,
this tiny little bird was quick as could be.
I watched him as I continued on,
and listened to his unforgetable song.

~Sweeter now, sweeter now,
  is the wind that's blowing through the bough.
  Sweeter now, sweeter now,
  my world here on earth is a better somehow.
  the song I sing , is the love I bring,
  to nature and to every living thing. ~

This is the song of the little yellow bird,
from high in the tree, where he sang to me.