Flying by, with its might, right in sight, there,up in the sky, is the little birdie that’s got places to go.
A bird, is free. Free to go, free to roam. To the notice, a sky scavenger.
Not aware of what’s in store for the future, there, it flies way like there is more to see tomorrow.
The care-free that sets free, the hunt then, really starts for the day to see a meaning of yesterday and a quest to follow for tomorrow.
Birdie sparked into the sky, calling out for the wiz in us for admiration for its virtue to see a tomorrow today and a motive to fly again, today.