Through the forest I’ve gone, since I was a child
The hums of a bird I heard and encountered
Shy but fascinating, floating away
My curiosity grew for this skillful flyer
Not long would I see him, not long enough to wonder
Yet I wondered and wondered, why won’t he stay?
My grandpa once told me about this little creature
“It only seeks the sweetest nectar”
It made me think, am I not what it desires?
Grandpa reminded me to not be subdued
For your sweetest nectar is within you
Ever since Grandpa was gone, I somehow met the bird more
I realized it taught me to seek out the good in life
And never did I know
Beauty speaks, and its voice is a bird