I was walking alone in a lonely place
With a cute smile that's always on my face
When I heard the birds singing like a choir
Loud but soft that you will surely admire
I slipped my hands in my pockets with glee
Listening to their song delightedly
The wind was giggling without any blare
Afraid to frighten the sounds here and there
I noticed that the flowers were smiling
Their petals and leaves were blithely clapping
Above them were the jazzy butterflies
Circling freely with their black tiny eyes
In a glimpse I saw something different
It looks like tiny birds that's heavensent
Their wings were shining like a crystal clear
Their feathers were bright like a silver tear
Oh! How lovely they are flying in one line
Singing joyfully in a big blue pine
But as they flew high like Santa's reindeer
One by one they fell down and disappear
Myla Rose Gigante
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tiny-silver-birds-in-a-blue-pine/
