This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter.
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.