you don't need
to feed me seeds
just leave some trees
and the fields
untouched for me

I like my freedom
and honor the same
rights of you
I like to see the world
from a different view

I survive somehow
In the storms and the rain
the broken nest I had made
with so much pain
will be build again

I won't cry
about the bitter cold
I won't complain
in the heat and dry
when I get old

When you look up
to the blue sky
you find see my soul
gracefully fly high
even after I die

Arty, that's beautiful! Except for the "bitter cold" part it could be about our wild Aussie birds!

That was gorgeous...thanks for posting that Arty

Dani

Thanks Arty - very beautiful.

Ditto on all the sentiments there my friend.

That was wonderful!