The little yellow birds

Do they cry for me

Or do they cry with happiness ? 

They look down on me with tiny eyes

Do they see my tears? 

They seem to flutter by so carelessly

Do they hope I have some seeds ? 

They land beside me without any fear

Do they see my tears ? 

There is the open sky where a warm breeze blows

Still the birds stay close by me.

Do they want some hair to make a nest for spring

Or do they want to dry my tears ?