Abstract painting on the wall
Not much sense to them at all
My view of things is very plain
Don’t mind walking in the rain
I love trees and birds that sing
Flowers blooming in the spring
A crowning moment is for me
When I can see a mighty tree
Branches reaching for the sky
Sheltering birds that wander by
Wind in leaves makes mournful sound
Woodpecker on trunk will pound
If only I could be a bird
And sing the sweetest music heard
Into the tallest tree I’d fly
And there I’d stay as days pass by
Frank Roth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-could-be-a-bird/
