Hear The Call

Hear the call
Of the bird on the pane
How loud it can be
With a touch of the flame

A call so tender
So light and clear
Like a whisper so low
In the still of night

Wings on high
Wings below
Wings to embrace
Wings so bold

In the morning light
Sun shining bright
Rain falling down
With pitter patter

Birds flying in flight
Such a pretty sight
With great delight
Birds in song

As they go along
Flying in the clouds
With the greatest of ease
So they can please

Hear the call
The sound so loud
Wings holding tight
Whisper low