how the birds sing in the morning
brings her great joy,
the blue skies flooded with
music and movement.
she sometimes hums these
tunes to herself while she
makes tea or
reads a book,
her pink cheeks light
from contentment.
she often watches from the window,
or from the porch
as the geese form a V in the sky,
and she wonders how high
she could fly
if she had wings herself.
