She sits alone, on the old park bench
All alone...once again
No one stops to say, "Hello"
Or, "How, are you my friend?"

Yet she comes here every morning
With a bag of nuts and seed in hand
Her coat is dirty and tattered
With smudges on her face
But her heart holds much kindness
Her smile is full of grace

It seems that when she enters
All the animals know she is here
They fly and scamper towards her
With her, they feel no fear

For they are the only ones
That stop to visit her each day
With glorious friends all around
On the ground and up above
She holds the blue bird in her hand
Saying, "How are you my love?"

But no one ever sees her leave
The bag is always full
So when the park becomes empty
When the moon has cast its glow
Another day has come to pass
Now it's time for her to go

Loving friends bid her safe farewell
In joyfulness it's told
As they gather all around
To watch her wings unfold

by Brenda Conley (c) 2002

Midi "The Quiet"
Is used with permission by the composer
and is copyright (c) Don Gilman
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