If the Birds Can Be Happy

If the birds can be happy

Then so can I

Puffed out chest

Flitting wings 

Crying

Shouting 

Cheering

A Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah of a song

Somehow bringing a bit of joy

In these sorrowful times

Focused

On nothing

But the cool wet rain

It’s hope drizzling through the cracks and crevices

Making its way into soft hearts

And despite the gray clouds

And the fear the future brings

The birds can be happy.

And so can I.