with Grace....

There's a little bird
Somebody sent
Down to the earth to live on the wind
Blowing on the wind
And she sleeps on the wind,
This little bird
somebody sent

Light and fragile and feathered sky blue
Thin and graceful, the sun shining through
She flies so high up in the sky
Way out of reach of human eyes

Light and fragile she's feathered sky blue
Thin and graceful, the sun shining through

And the only time that she touches the ground
is when that little bird, little bird
is when that little bird, little bird
is when that little bird...
dies. ~ Jewel

June 16th 2006

You are dearly missed, my little Anna Grace.