No Wonder... I Saw You Smile

A bird flew to me,

 and said to me;

“From far I flew

Just to be with you”

And I say,

“I think it is His style

I think I see Him smile”

“I need some shade

am afraid I will fade;

I need something sweet

Do you have anything to eat?”

And I say,

“I think it is His style

I think I see Him smile”

“I need to be on my way,

my land is far away;

Shelters today are only a few,

Staying here was never the point of view”

And I say,

“I think it is His style

I think I see Him smile”

What can one say of such beguile?

Or lapse of reason for a while?

And then I want to cut it with a file,

But then... I saw you smile;

All my thoughts did I want to compile,

But then... I saw you smile;

Well, I know that this is His style,

No wonder... I saw you smile

© Nitesh Kotecha