A little bird flew to me this morning ,
On my window sill it rested ,
It sang of the glory of the morning sun ,
And of the the dews on the leaves it tasted .
It sang about the fresh morning air
And of the dews like pearls in a string .
Its songs filled me with happiness
That each new day could bring.
A little bird flew to my window sill
It had just come from a stream .
It brought smells of the foam so sweet ,
Its songs were like laughter in the dream .
A little bird flew my window sill.
Day was dawned and the cocks were crowing.
I must wait , wait for it to start singing.
And that day , it was raining.
A little bird came to my window sill
Sadly it sang , HE'S GONE , HE'S GONE
Then I followed it to the water side.
And watched until it flew out of sight !
By Agatha Lai