Your Visit- a poem
A bird in a tree, so high as can be,
Unreachable by me on the ground.
Your options are boundless.
Your choices are countless,
As I listen to your beautiful sound.
YET, you choose to come down and see me,
As if you're saying hello.
Not a slight bit of fright,
Wings reflecting the light,
It's a beautiful baby sparrow.
BEFORE I know it you're off,
The wind on your wings and then,
Just for that moment,
I felt, and I know that
Your spirit had touched me again.
Retm