A little bird from the hill

Time flies so fast,
Here comes another winter.
Everyone left,
I'm here alone.
In the next two days,
Will be another colder day.
My feathers is not ready,
I'm not ready,
I'm only starting to grow.

Wind howling outside,
Storm cries,
And thunder roar .
I might be too little ,
But I'm not scared.

I am a little bird from the hill.
A little too young ,
A little too small,
I'm not afraid of heights.
I spread my wings and fly,
Tell the world I will be fine.

Everyday I get stronger,
My faith glows in the sky.
Wind blowing at night,
I might be too little,
But I'm not cold.

Winter left!
I look outside leaves falling from the trees.
Everyday is a new day.
I fly high chirping,
I touch the sky ,
And I sing my bird song.
I am a little bird from the hill .

Reviews

[Wild Rose]

Little bird how I wish I was to spread my wings and fly to pastures warm

[Toto James]

we can be that little bird if we wish to , the only thing we need to do is imagine and write it with feelings