The little bird

1,2,3 sang the bird from the upright tree

Eyes wide open, feeling wide and free

With a flap of its wings, it soared into the sky

A fearless feat, as it said goodbye

But one wrong turn, one quick slip

All its memories would vanish like sand through a grip

Mama bird watched from a branch far away

Her gaze was heavy, though she hoped for this day

The little bird twirled, as light as the breeze.

Slicing through the air with 100 percent ease

Mama’s heart ached, her tears began to fall

Not from pride, not from love, not at all 

She was happy, joyful, barely able to stand

Her heart paced, her legs too numb to land

As her wings trembled, she longed for relief

But it wasn't her baby, her happiness was chief

With a slip from her branch, she silently cheered

For she knew that she was going to die

Her baby, still flying, chirping away

She softly said, “Today was a wonderful day”