A bird flew down landing next to me.
Perhaps it thought I was a tree.
Or if you believe in reincarnation
Could be a relative wanting confrontation.
I'll never know, as it flew away
Perhaps to return on a Summer day.
A bird flew down landing next to me.
Perhaps it thought I was a tree.
Or if you believe in reincarnation
Could be a relative wanting confrontation.
I'll never know, as it flew away
Perhaps to return on a Summer day.