The Bird

" Bird, bird don't you see it's time to migrate
or you'll be stuck in the winter's curse
of the cold."

In its winter's song
No bird can be stucked
By cold and frost

Heat is a song
That makes ice
Melting in harmony blow

sing snow glimpse with winks
so love can be white as your heart
winter will be red as your eyes
if you look at the sky
you're a bird stucked in grace
like a thought deeply frozen
in the spirit's mind
cold can be a blessing