From the window, I can see
A redheaded bird atop a tree

Looking in every direction
Now perfectly still for his collection

Of secret thoughts amidst blowing leaves
Resting in a peace he alone conceives

A statuesque figure neatly hidden away
As the tree branches continue to sway

Perhaps we can learn from our feathered friend
How to soar above life’s troublesome winds

And sit firmly in faith on God’s word
Never abandoning His truth, but using all that we’ve heard.

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