A song by AnnMurray... Snowbird... Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings a song he always sings And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring♥ ♥ ♥
This Little Bird has just learnt to fly… so tired is it that it rest on a little branch… This needle felted little bird hangs off 65cm of yarn with 7 felt beads of various colours and diameter. The little branch was picked from the bougainvillea plant at my parents' house. It was cleaned thoroughly and dried in an oven.♥
Have you rested enough, Little Bird? When will you fly away?