THE BLUEBIRD In the park I was sitting and I saw in a tree, a little bird, he was looking at me. I noticed, "He's blue! How can that be? He looks so cheerful and happy to me." I am blue, I feel so sad. What does this little bird have, that I wish I had? "What is your secret?" to the bluebird, I said. He looked down tilting his head. Then from his mouth, the most beautiful sound. He didn't even mind that I was around. He flew off the branch. "Please! Don't go!", I said. He flew down, lighting on my leg. I smiled at the bluebird and then I knew. I was happy now! I was no longer blue! For sometime the bluebird sang for me. I guess all I needed was his company. Oh, little bluebird, the heart you do mend. Thank you for being my new little friend! Kathi Many thanks to blip for the picture of *THE BLUEBIRD* NEXT ||| Main Page ||| Continue with No Frames? KatRat_99@hotmail.com