A Bird On My Windowsill

A Poem by Melina

A bird on my windowsill,
Singing a sweet song.
Singing a sweet melody,
All day long.
This creature of such cleverness,
Such grace and beauty too.
Singing a sweet melody,
As if it was for you.
This bird looks into my eyes,
As I sing along.
Its chirps so loud and clear,
So powerful and strong.
I wish I was a bird at this time,
To fly away so free.
To leave my worries all behind,
I wish that bird was me.