LITTLE BIRD By ... Steve Lucky

             LITTLE BIRD
          By ... Steve Lucky

A little bird flies high into the air
With no humans around to worry or care.
Gracefully she continues her flight
Without stopping day or night.
From her skyward point of view
She can see the things humans do.
Enormous cities they have built
As the forests continue to wilt.
Her winter home can no longer be found
So she has to seek some other ground.
Noises from apartment buildings and shopping malls
Replace the familiar mating calls.
She may never find a home, a mate, or a family
But the human world she can hardly see
How all living things share the planet.
Its continuation some take for granite.
The little bird continues to fly
Because hope is something that will not die.

Copyright 2001, Steve Lucky