Today, you sing for the very first time.
You sing songs of friends, birthdays, and bubbling spirits
Of spiders, rain, and falling leaves
Of ponies, geese, and rocket ships.
You sing the song of the ice cream truck
Of sunshine and posies.
You wake in song.
You rest your head on melodies.
You sing the song that’s in your heart.
And it stirs so deeply in mine.
You sang your way to 2.
Happy Birthday, baby bird.