Sweetest song

A baby bird
she has just learnt to fly
flew out of her nest
and kissed the blue sky.

She swooped down below
Drank from the Silver Spring
Sat down on a blooming branch
Started to look around her.

She heard a mellifluous symphony
Cascading like a waterfall
Sprinkling like a fountain
Birds were singing, filling up the sky.

She tried to join them
Her baby voice faltering
Sometimes joining them
Sometimes stopping abruptly.

Slowly the orchestra stopped
Fairy of spring flew to her
Scooped her up in her palms,
“You are the sweetest one.”

She held her to her bosom
Softly kissed her tiny beaks
Touched her with her magic wand
Flew away to the blue sky.