This morning as I look out my window there is a humming bird sitting on a tiny branch of a huge pine tree. Humming birds always remind me of Angels and family members on the other side of the veil. It's also bringing to mind a poem I once wrote:

If I were a bird...

If I were a bird I would sit perched
at the top of the highest tree,
singing the praises of Life itself
for all of my friends to see.

Sometimes I would fly to the window
of one of my favorite souls,
I would say, "Please don't forget me"
I would say, "We don't ever get old."

I would fly so high that I reached the sky
forgetting to ever come down,
and when I remembered, I'd soar to the ground
reminding the world of heaven.

If I were a bird, I would chirp, chirp, chirp
and know that I'm never too loud
I would sit perched at the top of a tree
being me, ever so proud.