Little Bird Summertime reigns supremewhen honeysuckle sun gleamsonly in my wildest dreamsor so it seems… For I was born to be freegliding on wings of agilityas I sail across the distant seaa voice on the wind calls to me… Little bird, little bird, soar high!dance with the butterfliesnever ever question whydon’t you stop ‘til youContinue reading “Little Bird”
