Garden friends

I used to sit and watch them,

In early mornings at dawn.

Tiny birds flitting about

No longer in my sight: gone.

I remember my rainbow colored birds,

Darting from flower to flower.

Singing their melodious songs,

In the early morning hour.

The day I left my garden home,

I said goodbye to my birds.

How much I miss my little friends,

Is too much for words.

So until I return to my garden home

And reunite with my friends,

I bring this poem to it's close,

THE END.