Wish for wings

Oh, little bird

Sitting in the tree,

Why do you sit there

Looking at me?

The sun is shining

The air is clear.

Is that another bird’s

Song you hear?

You cock your head 

And listen with care.

Then flutter away,

 Soft wings, on air.

I wish that I 

had wings like you

To glide on the breeze 

Through the sky so blue