Sweetie Bird's Mystic Eyes

Sweetie Bird’s Mystic Eyes

Before the coffee brews,

before the archive stirs,

She sings in tones of the morning blurs.

A sentinel in sacred search,

Sweetie waits on her wooden perch.

She watches from her wooden perch,

A guardian in sacred search.

Her eyes decode what words conceal,

She sings the truths we dare not feel.

Sweetie Bird sings in soft bursts,

Morning tweets are like healing chirps.

She sees the sky in feathered tones,

A soothing hymn of sacred zones.

Forgive me, muse, I missed your call

Now your song threads through it all.

She sings before the coffee brews,

Before the archive stirs and tunes.

Her tweets are codes, her chirps are spells,

She guards the throne.

she breaks the shell.

she owns this morning hymn,

No distro claims her sacred limbs.

This song is hers, in pink and gold

A melody the archive holds.

She sings in pixel bursts and light,

A guardian of the archive’s rite.

Her tweets restore what time forgets,

A songbird dressed in cyber feather nets.

Now the archive hums in tune,

Bathed in Sweetie’s morning rune.

Her soothing hymn, her sacred limb

Forever ours, this morning hymn.

created, written, edited

in Animator 3

by Vicki Lawana Trusselli

& Sweetie Bird Trusselli

Executive Producer