Flight of a bird

I spotted this little bird,

Singing her merry song for me,

Painted in myriad colours and pitches 

Her whimsical tune of reality.

It hopped on from tree to tree -

Twittering, chirping playfully,

Then caught its flight back again

To the horizon of eternity.

Still squatted on my reclining chair, I -

reminisced about the pretty bird which left me

in reality, but, never in spirit,

while the sunrays played peek-a-boo with me -

alight on my soul mystically.

And then the bird took flight again,

Only this time in my mind's garden - to ascertain -

life's merry song perching in my soul -

the bird flew never to leave me alone...