The Birds

Sometimes when you look at me I think

I can feel the earth spinning beneath my feet

And I wonder why I feel dizzy...

The birds are singing sweetly

And I guess they always were

But every time I hear a bird chirp

I hear your voice

And this world whispers

To me all the time

The memory of your words

Singing songs of hope in the way of birds

Lifted up by your own wings

And wind or storm may bring

You to the ground

But it can’t hold you down

For long

For your wings are strong

And your song

Is an important one

I pray you always find the breath

That you need

Before you open your mouth to speak

Because the world would be wise

To listen to the sunrise

As your light makes way

For a new day

On a path paved in gold

May you always know the power you hold