Sweet baby bird so innocent
So beautiful and wise
The future rests within your sights
Hope fills your tiny eyes
Your body warmed by fluffy down
Shields your heart from the rain
Rest softly on the leaves of brown
Your life has much to gain.
Sweet baby bird, your mouth of gold
Speaks highly of your worth
And yet, there’s much you’ve not been told
About our Mother Earth
You’ve, oh, so much to fear, my friend
And yet, each day is new
Therefore, on faith, you shall depend
For faith shall see you through.
Sweet baby bird, go high and free
Soar where you’re meant to soar
Your life is one of destiny
Fortune is at your door
My dear, one day so soon, you’ll grow
And travel from our tree
But, when you reach each new plateau
I pray you’ll think of me.
© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
Houston's 1560 The Game
In Christs Love
Michelle~
:)Christine
There is something about the freedom of birds that touches our souls.
I love watching my hummingbird feeder and birdbath.
And I so enjoy when my roadrunner makes a rare appearance.
Touching write--RaeLynn
You have really done mother nature proud Jill with these words. Thank you for sharing this wonderful tribute.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
treasure Jill. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie hugs, Rose
Fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
Edwin
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georg