Spirit

As I was walking I heard a bird singing sweetly in a tree,
He told me of the wind on the mountain and the blue of the sea, 
I listened to him as he sang to me,

He shared  the waves of grass dripping of due
and the fresh blossoms all new
I heard every word

As he sang of flying down throu the valley
and up over the hill and about how water falls spill

Where his little friends play all the day 
and if I were a bird, I would soon fly a way