Sunday morning shine
a bird sings I know not where
it should be your soul awake
open the curtains
I love her singing and reveals.

Listen sings tenderly
from which branch does she sing?
day and night always
I love night and Sunday!

We see the bluebird fly
with colors such as purple and blue
such a beautiful hue
of downy and indigo.

Bird that sings of love
this miraculous transformation
soul singing upon her branch
love is heaven and heaven is blue.

Sister Ave is love
my love is a beautiful woman
A rose is less beautiful
blue bird of love.

Blue bird as the heart
red chest below of cries
seed stars with her song
blue love of my heart.