Birds

Every morning I hear beautiful
birds sing in the window

I wonder
what if I was a bird
I will get to fly
high in the sky
I will be free
like a bee
I will have feathers and wouldn’t
fear the weather
I would be colorful
and thoughtful
If I was a red bird
my wings would fled
If I was a blue bird
I wouldn’t have a clue on
What to do
I wish I was a bird