John d loudermilkThere’s a little bird that somebody sendsDown to the earth to live on the wind.Born on the wind and he sleeps on the windThis little bird that somebody sends.He’s light and fragile and feathered sky blue,So thin and graceful the sun shines through.This little bird who lives on the wind,This little bird that somebody sends.He flies so high up in the skyOut of reach of human eye.And the only time that he touches the groundIs when that little birdIs when that little birdIs when that little bird dies.