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!