The Little Bird and His Dream

a tale of a young one

Photo by W R on Unsplash

A wee little birdie I am,
Nothing but a few days old,
With little blue wings and feathers,
Am not that brave or bold.

Up at the sky I glance,
At the white little ball in the sky,
That grows bigger and bigger by day,
Changing shape, by and by.

Wonder I do about it,
Moon, they’ve given it a name,
Wonder, if I ever looked closer,
Appear, would it still look the same?

Dream and dream I do,
Of flapping my young little wings,
And flying high above and beyond,
Through the joys that the moonlight brings.