The Girl Who Saved The Bird, Part One

There was a child – uncertain age, but little nonetheless
Her hair was blond, her hands were clean and she was singing songs
She walked the forest through the trees enjoying loneliness
And all the birds were building nests and they all sang along

And as she walked after the rain she found a baby bird
It sang in sighs and it was wet and barely hold its breath
Its broken wings were dropped in mud, it fell from up above
It was too young to start to fly and rain came to its death

The girl was crying in a bit, she kneeled to the ground
She took the bird into her hands and started running fast
Her tears were a second rain and flowers bloom around
And all the critters in the wood were hoping for the best

She reached her house, her loving mom and told the story all
Between the hiccups and the tears she managed to conclude
Her only thought – to save the bird – she wanted nothing more
To see it fly and sing the songs as any bird should do