I am flying into the clouds
A fiery bird who creates no sounds
For the eyes peer above
With me, they are in love
I soar lightly, passing by
The children wonder how I fly
All they see is my flames
My majestic form goes down in fame
The Sun beats upon my wings
Children find gifts to bring
My glorious body begins to malt
Putting my flight to a halt
I hit the ground and turn to ash
The children begin to whine and lash
The situation seems so awry
To think that someday I would die
Children crouch by my side
The tears wash over like the tide
Then my ashes begin to glow
Their beautiful light, like powdered snow
After a day, I'm back to life
The children so happy, relieved from strife
They etched me on their clothes of leather
I give to them, my scarlet feather
It always reminds them of my magic
It's used to prevent something tragic
I fly above them once more
Their beautiful smiles I adore
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PuisiSome pieces I wrote a while back within a few months time. These are very sentimental and the emotions were present at the time of writing these poems. Please enjoy them.
