A Wish

 Oh, I wish I was a bird

   as a bird can be;

singing, chirping in the tree;

   flying and being free.

And if it was time for me to die,

   then I will die as am I.

From dust I came and to dust I return,

   but freer than ever foregone.

I love you as a bird and praise God for you.

   Because you, as a human, are special to me.

My singing and chirping in the tree

   are a praise to God for His wonderful seed.

 Don’t ever forget, friend, that God loves you.

  And if you do, just look at me.

   God takes good care of me;

     even though I am the most

      fragile of His creativity!