I Choose the Birds
I Choose the Birds
I Choose the Birds
I watch the birds
from my back door;
as the sun is shining
or the weather is poor.
When troubles arise
and the world get absurd
And choices confound me
I choose the birds.
Too often I stumble
and I say things that hurts;
and when things seem too heavy
I'll choose the birds.
It's my little hiding place;
I escape what has occurred!
It's heaven on Earth,
when I choose the birds!
By Brenda Neigh
