That Small Bird Poem by Gabriella Santana

I'm staring out my window.
Theres this small bird,
always whistling
like theres something to say

When the bird flys away,
somewhere high.
I Can imagine it fly
to a secret place.

I Sit out my firescape window.
at night.
and pray.

I Pray for a better life.
I Pray for a million friends.
I Pray i could be only happy.

Wheres that small bird?
Is It Gone?
Like, i will soon be.
Or is it hiding?
Just, what i want to do.