Red Birds in the Storm

Red birds

passionate birds

fiery birds

feisty birds

Two red birds in a big green tree,

snow came down and wind blew free

the birds from branch and leaf and nest,

and off into the wilderness

Two red birds

two raging birds

two frosty birds,

bewildered birds

Blue Bird was a clever bird,

He their squawks and squabbles heard,

flew to help the lost red flock,

and perched upon a heavy rock

Three pretty birds

two wand’ring birds,

embarrassed birds,

One different Bird

“I can help you,” Blue Bird said.

“Storms are nothing you need dread,

follow me and I can show

where warm fir trees and berries grow”

Two red birds

two prideful birds

two hopeful birds,

befuddled birds

One bird shortly made his mind.

“No, Sir, my own way I will find!”

While he flew off the other frowned

and Blue Bird met him on the ground

Two red birds

one humbled bird

one wayward bird

two normal birds

“Cheer up, friend,” the Blue Bird said.

“He’ll find his way if he cools his head!

The storm might help with that,” said He,

“but you’ll find fruit in humility.”