A Little Bird in a Tree

Moving around in mystical flight
going about with utter delight.
Singing, dancing, being themselves
oh how I dream to be a bird 
instead of myself.

The places I'd go
the things I'd see
nothing but nature all around me.
This is ow id rather be 
just a small bird, sitting in a tree.

But the life of a bird isn't always pretty.
To hunt for food, you have to be witty
to deal with people, you must be gritty
and above all, be aware of predators
they have little pity.

As the world goes on 
I sing my song.
Not as a bird sitting in a tree,
but as a human 
who does nothing but dream.