Birds in trees
sing out their hearts
to fill the air
with lovely songs.
I hear the birds
whispering to themselves.
I see other birds
fly up to the sky.
Then the birds stop
singing. I close
my eyes,
but they’re nowhere to be
seen.
As I walk
away I feel
as if I want to
fly in the air
and sing out
my own heart.
I have many birds in the garden around my house, and they sing like the ones in your poem. Well done!
thank u…im the real milischent..i wrote this back in 4th grade.and now im in 7th…wow its been 3 years
Hi Milischent, Thanks for checking in! It’s such a great poem. Are you still writing?