Birds In My Garden

In my cottage garden
I'm content to sit, aware,
Of all the birds in flight,
Free spirits of the air.

They soar so gracefully
And sing amid the trees:
I watch them with delight,
Dipping on a gentle breeze.

If I could be a bird,
A free spirit flying high,
I'd soar above the clouds,
And touch the bright blue sky.

For now I'm just content
To sit and visualise:
As a pair of velvet wings
Unfold before my eyes.

Free spirits of the sky,
Guided by God's hand,
I marvel at your faith
As you fly above His land.