by: Shirley Satterfield
The Godsends π¦ π¦ π¦ π¨
God sends His birds every morning,
Blue birds
And red birds,
Black birds and brown,
Then multicolored birds, bright,
As if dipped in the Artisteβs palette.
Brown birds though are common flyers,
Not the color of a feather dearth.
Each one unique in itβs own way,
Each one deserves itβs worth.
The common birds are the color of the common sod
Of a common Mother Earth.