The Singing Bird's Message

A cheerful little song, Upon a branch, oh so tall and strong! Green leaves whispered secrets sweet, Where fluffy Birdie found a leafy seat.

Sunbeams danced, a golden show, Kissing petals down below. For Flowers bloomed in colors bright, Drinking in the morning light.

Birdie chirped a joyful tune, Beneath the warm and watchful moon, Or rather, Sun, who’d just begun To paint the day till day was done.

His song, a message, clear and bold, Of stories yet to be unrolled. He sang of kindness, truth, and grace, A happy smile on birdie's face.

The Flowers swayed, a vibrant hue, Absorbing all the song anew. They spread the word with every breeze, Rustling softly through the trees.

The message carried far and wide, Where happy hearts could reside. The Singing Bird, his mission done, Rested 'neath the setting sun.

Happy bird, his message spread, Filling all with joy instead. From leafy branch to flower bright, The world was bathed in golden light.