Little Bird’s Magical Song

In the fields of green and gold,
Where the sun shines bright and bold,
There’s a little bird so sweet,
With tiny feathers on its feet.

It sings a song so pure and clear,
That all the animals come near,
The squirrels, rabbits, and the deer,
All gather around to hear.

The flowers bloom in colors bright,
As the little bird takes flight,
It soars up high into the sky,
With the clouds passing by.

Oh, how I wish I could fly,
Up so high in the bright blue sky,
With the little bird by my side,
On this magical, wondrous ride.

But for now, I’ll just sit and dream,
Of the fields and the little bird’s theme,
And wait until tomorrow comes,
To see what other wonders it sums.

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Katarzyna Dovganyuk-Krym

An aspiring poet with a passion for self-expression, I am somewhat Belarusian and wholly Polish. I enjoy spending my time writing and drawing, and other creative endeavors. Despite daily struggles with non-24, ME/CFS, and SPCD, I persevere in pursuing my interests and goals.

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