Show of Life

There's a tiny bird under the tree
and she hops and hops and hops
On the grass under the shadow cast
by the tree,
she hops and hops and hops
briskly, breezily under the shadow
cast by the tree,
she hops and hops and hops
some grains she pecks, surveys the view ahead
and hops and hops and hops
Now she gathers her wings and flies away,
away from this land
and lights the sky with brown and black and brown
She flies my Friend, to another tree,
where she'll put a show for another me,
a show of life, for another me.