The Little Bird Who Sang to the Sky

Upon a branch of morning gold,

A little bird, so brave, so bold.

Its feathers gleamed in gentle light,

A fragile spark in endless flight.

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It sang a tune so pure, so near,

It softened hearts, it calmed all fear.

A song of hope, a song of free,

A song for you, a song for me.

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The breeze would dance, the trees would sway,

To every note it chose to play.

No cage could hold, no chain could bind,

This tiny soul, this fearless mind.

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And though the world was vast and wide,

It spread its wings with quiet pride.

For freedom lives in hearts so small,

Yet strong enough to conquer all.

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I watched it fly beyond my view,

Into a sky of endless blue.

And in its song, I heard my own,

A whisper: “You’re never alone.”

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So when the days feel heavy, gray,

Remember the bird who found its way.

For even the smallest life can be,

A voice of hope, eternally free.

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Will you dare to sing your song,

Even when the world feels wrong?

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