Songbird....(Poem)

There's a songbird outside my window,
And the green tree tops glistening with dew,
The lake is calm and silver,
The clouds fluffy and lazy,
The sunlight is golden like honey,
And breeze is cool but not cold.

He chirps, he whistles, he calls his mate,
He sits there without noticing me noticing him,
Is it his feathers, Is it the light,
Or is he wearing his best Sunday clothes?
Is he waiting and calling,
Or is he singing in memory?

The song is sweet like nectar,
It reminds me of everything I loved,
Does it take me back in time,
Or does it bring my memories to me,
Maybe the bird is looking forward to something,
And asking me to do the same.

Deja Vu

The red sand goes on and on,
In a croked line that makes the road,
Trees tying the road together on both banks,
preventing it from spilling ino the forest,
The leaves above sometimes hide,
The patterns that the clouds make in the sky,
There is a river nearby, or a rivulet,
I can hear it but can't see it,
Are there footprints? There are none,
I have never been here,
Yet this place looks so familiar,
Is this what the call Deja Vu?