FRIENDS ALONG THE WAY

A finch sat on a sycamore
Singing a simple song
It glanced at me
And winked at me
As if to say sing along


I sat down and hummed a bar
Then hummed a bar again
And the finch and I we sang along
As if we had always been
The closest of new found friends



The sun rose high
Then sank down low
As over and over we sang
Regardless of the bitter cold
And of the summer rain



And all the day
And all the night
Our pleasant voice grew
They floated on the evening mist
To create the morning dew