The Birdie I awoke one morn feeling down and depressed, Not knowing why, without reason, And sat outside after having dressed, For it was mild, and spring was the season. Knowing for certain this day would be bad, I took no notice of grass nor sky, So determined was I to remain blue and sad, Though I certainly could not explain why. A songbird came to visit a tree, And flittered there and about, Each move getting ever closer to me, Breaking my mood to sit there and pout. The bird kept repeating a beautiful song, From the closest branch of the tree, And I found myself whistling along. There we were the birdie and me. When it's mission was done the bird flew away, And back towards the heavens it went, Now I look forward with joy for each new day, Thanking God for the birdie He sent. ©George J. Luther 1996   February 16, 2004