Many happy returns, Ishu, and happiness always!
Sometimes the storm blows so hard
Mighty boughs crash, cosy nests smash
Life, as you knew it, is suddenly, no more
Sometimes a fledgling, purely by chance
Lands in a hedge, survival a wedge
Between predators, both its own kind and others
Sometimes a friend harkens it's call
The Lil bird is no longer lonely
Life's lessons, the flock tweets, some sweet, some salty
Sometimes she tries her wings and soars
She rests on narrow craggy ledge
Her wings paint the horizon with sunrise
Sometimes the music is in her voice
And then it is in her feathers
She strums the breeze as it passes
Sometimes she's valued, at others reviled
Driven to despair, sometimes she's cried
Wounded but brave, she'll never say die
Sometimes through defence
Rarely through offence
She struggles to explain her stance
Sometimes she faltered and fell
Tired of fighting the world, I can tell
Yet again she stands, proud, unbowed
Sometimes to herself, to her own, and then to others
She haltingly strings her words
Feels, from deep inside, sharper than swords
Sometimes the tale is fantasy
Or reflects today's reality
Sometimes her thoughts a torrent to love
Sometimes I worry for the fledgling
Some days, quietly, I sigh
Today I'm easy.... my Phoenix has risen
02.10.2024
