My little one you will survive

In the heart of a garden, where blossoms dance free,

A sweet little bird sang her song to the tree.

With feathers like sunshine, and a heart full of cheer,

She flitted through petals, her purpose was clear.

“Feed me, oh nature!” she chirped in delight,

Her tiny beak open, ready to take flight.

From flower to flower, she weaved with a grace,

Collecting the nectar, each drop a warm embrace.

Through storms and through shadows, she searched high and low,

For seeds of survival, where wild breezes blow.

With every soft flutter, and every brave trill,

She danced through the dangers, her spirit did thrill.

Yet in her small journey, she found something grand—

The beauty of living, the kindness at hand.

For as she sought food, she spread joy all around,

In her quest for the simple, pure love she had found.

So sing, little bird, as the dusk starts to fall,

Your melody echoes, your heart conquers all.

With dreams in your eyes and a quest ever true,

May you always find blessings with skies bright and blue.