Birds
by Jamie
The birds are leaving
Blue birds, Black birds Cardinals too
They'll be back come Spring
We'll miss their songs, their wake-up calls
It's winter through and through
Wish it was Summer again
The trees are bare
It'll be okay, come Spring
The earth is cold
Almost dead
No one's out
It's too cold
Frosty snowmen live again
Soon they'll melt
Little children cry
They knew how they felt
The birds are returning
Their feathers anew
Gleaming in the sun
Appearing sleek and beautiful.
