When things get you down

And you are full of frowns

Occasionally comes one who

Will stir flutters in you



And then you soar on a cloud

As your wings spread so proud

And you take to flights of fancy

As you ingest the food they see



For everyone sings a different song

And yet - you learn, as you go along

Each pretty bird which flies high

Above all those troubles in the sky



Is only reaching out with wing edge

To try and grab the warmth of a pledge

Made by the star which shines daily

Its beams over all birds as it gaily



Provides life for all who survive

This great journey upon which we ride

As we savor all, and look up to the sky

To thank those beams which make us high.



- Tristram