Song Bird

Upon my windowsill
A new bird sang a song
The song was different
Yet I enjoy it greatly

Today a nest was built
A mother bird was there
It was the new songbird
My windowsill for her home

Each day I watched the nest
Empty, eggs, then babies
Chirping for their mother
Growing bigger with her care

Today the nest is bare
A distant song I hear
Yet the joy stays with me
Like the joy from your friendship