There is a songbird bird that lives inside me…

There is a songbird bird that lives inside me…
The bird sings for joy…
Her voice falls in a smooth and curving arc…
Only to ascend to heaven again.

She is a miracle of grace…
A free, wild, spirit given…
Full of autumn-like colors…
When everything explodes into color.

She reminds me of how blessed I am…
Helps me create thoughts that make me smile…
Like a sheet cake big enough for me to sleep on…
That somehow disappears by morning.

She makes me stretch even longer…
Brings new tides each day…
Some of the waters are compassion…
Some of the waters love.

Funny, how I just noticed her…
Has she been inside me all along?
Today, she tells me I only belong to the good things…
And that, is all I need to know.

I love you,

Annie