The gentle wind caressing my skin,

As I look up to the sky

I shut my eyes, breath in the air

The day has just slipped by

I rest upon a watching Oak

Whispering longing words

If I could just be free, please

Make me a bird

I’d be a mockingbird,

And sing of my own song

Or maybe a scarlet-crested robin,

Tending to my young

The blood-red of a cardinal,

Perching on a pine

A velvet-purple coronet,

The intriguing color of wine

Maybe plain and fitting,

The brown of a sparrow

I long to be a blue jay,

Striking in the snow

I open my eyes and spread my arms

As the suns abandons day

Please make me a bird,

So I can fly away