Blue tit

A look out the window 

and there’s a little blue tit 

blues and yellows 

sitting on a accepting branch 

soft skies , soft sand 

golden pastel sun 

beautiful buttercups sitting with the bird 

sky snd pieces of land that live by the sea 

and lovely lights 

colours softly sit 

colours softly and quietly speak out 

just comfortable 

she sits on the accepting branch 

flutters in a friendly way to another 

sky , sand , sun , sea singing out on a tree 

as the rain is falling and the sky feels tired 

I see a brightness showing itself 

even as the rain falls 

a little bird decides to appear 

Maybe not even realising 

that I smiled at her presence on the tree today