The Song Of The Bird Poem by Israel Ebiti

I hope to be that gentle bird that soars all oer the sky
and when i stop longing for a drink i hope you hear my cry.
This word i bring to soothe your heart
his utterings are true,
he says he'll never be apart
with you forever true.
He'll love you through thick and thin
be there plenty or small,
he knows you're all he needs to grin
so big you are his all.
I peeked although he asked me not for his words are just like wine,
intoxicating yet so true to beautify his vine.