Sleepy Bird

Sleepy bird, how is it that you
are able to do the things you do,
with a smile and just as much
grace and beauty, song and such?
Is it that you're much too known
for all the heights you've ever flown?
Or maybe it's from the nests you've sewn,
or all the lives you've helped and grown.

Sleepy bird, how is it that you
are able to carry the strife you do,
with all the world's unending love
and wonders up from Heaven 'bove?
Is it that you know to speak
and touch the soul of every peak?
Or maybe it's the way you hear
the crying, fears, as you comfort tears.

Sleepy bird, how is it that you
are able to know me like you do,
with sincerity and big ol' eyes
and knowledge of knowing how to fly?
Is it that you can teach me how
to follow my dreams, even now?
Or maybe, perhaps, we could teach
each other to grasp the dreams we strive to reach.

-LJ

15 July 2016