I'm thinking of a song
of the blue bird's lullabies when he sings to his babies
as the soft wind accompanies softly
With sparkling stream gushing,
A meadow of poppies swaying
The tree's branches raise its arms and waves
One cradles the birds
Darker is the sky becoming,
a new shade of indigo
The leaves flutter one last time as
the little chicks fly away to the dreams above their heads
Their hearts are filled with a comfortable warmth