Whispered words
Of little birds song
Are great joys to hear
If we but stop and listen closely
To what they have to say
O little birds,little bird,
Perched in yonder tree
Speak louder or come closer
I would love to hear all of which you've seen
If only I could speak your language
My head would be filled of stories
Or would you not speak
And quietly fly away
For Im sure some horrors of wars
Are better left unsaid
To see such things are truly unbearable
Least to say of all sad
To see such bloodshed
Slain by the hands of man
But could have been stoped
But with just a few simple words
O little birdie if only I could see inside your mind
That would at least ease my curious mind.
But for now sing your songs
And let me hear the melody of mother nature.