BIRD SONG Took a little love, walked thru a garden Who can I see, in and around your hand Looking to the top, as he feeds beside you Humming bird, close to your hand It was for a reason I did not see befroe, it was (it was); Someone did give me eyes That is nature sounding within In the face of it In the face of it there's nothing left to rhyme And the more you try you'll understand They'll be flying into your hand tomorrow