The bird Sings- a poem

I reached inside my inner self,

And had a talk one day.

Pulled up a chair and sat a while,

And found a lot to say.

I visited my memories,

Embracing all my days.

With blessings found within my life,

Through various doorways.

I’VE traveled down so many paths,

And learned a world of things.

But one that I’m most grateful for

Is why the bird still sings.

THE bird sings of happiness

For little gifts life brings.

And I, too, praise the gifts I find,

In all the simple things.

Retm