Chirp, chirp, chirp – I hear them from dawn to dusk.
Who knew the sound of their voice could melt hearts, the way first stream of sun’s warmth melts snow?
Who knew they could expand our hearts like a balloon filled with air of happiness?
Who knew they could steal our hearts with swift flutters of their soft feather and wings?
Who knew their tiny feet could hinge onto our heart strings?
Who knew their eyes could show us the dreams that we had never seen?