Come and let me tell you

The story of a far off land,

And this stately mountain,

Whose height was just so grand.

It seems that this high mountain

Had a most lovely view,

But it still wasn't happy

And the reason I'll tell to you.

For the top of this mountain

Was bald, don't you see,

And even when it snowed,

It still felt that it was ugly.

Then one day a little bird

Grew weary as she flew,

She rested on this mountain

And was enchanted by the view.

She spoke to the mountain,

Saying "Joy" was her name

And she'd been flying for so long,

As from far away she came.

She was flying every day

To find a place to build her nest.

She gave the mountain thanks

For letting her stop and rest.

The mountain loved the little bird,

And it begged Joy to stay,

But she said she really must go

And that soon she'd fly away.

But the mountain touched her heart

And she promised there and then,

That always there'd be a visit

From all of her next of kin.

And so from that day forward

As she was true to her word,

The mountain provided rest

For all the other little birds.

And in their little beaks,

As each of her kin came,

They carried seeds of flowers,

That they planted in Joy's name.

And so from that time on

As the flowers grew and bloomed,

The mountain's top was covered

Until there was just no more room.

So very happy was the mountain,

For it would never be the same.

As Joy replaced it's sadness,

Just like the little bird's name !!

Written by Anita Burney of Topeka, Kansas 2008