WINGS HAPPINESS AND SONG My heart is filled with sadness, With it, no sun in sight; Come awaken all ye sleepy birds And carry to me bright sunlight. Oh sing away the thick clouds above Until all have moved to the west; Leaving the sky only with heavenly blue Tis then I know you have done your best. Then sing again to me Bird of Paradise Through the branches of the tall tree; Sing of green hills and valleys far away For these things I can not see. Then upward he soared with his golden wings Clutching my sadness he journeyed along; As if to let me borrow for one to-day His wings, his happiness, his song. By Helen R. Augustine (Mom)