The chickadee sings it's lovley tune
Sweet promises of spring soon
The cascading notes in perfect sequence
The soft tone, a beautiful beacon
Everyone stops and stand still to hear
The little bird sitting near
The melodic song that it sings
The lovely lust that it brings
But no one stopped to hear the crow
And the ugly caw that it showed
The harsh truth that it reaped
They would rather it not make a peep
For no one wants to listen to an ugly crow
When a little bird says hello
The unappealing are dismissed
So plentiful, they're never missed
They were there all along
But no one sees the beauty of their song
YOU ARE READING
Sad Souls
PoetryThings I never had the courage to say aloud but wrote down instead, hoping that one day another soul like myself would come across it; hoping that someday someone could relate and be able to say 'I am not alone.' ♡Poetry♡ (Cover wasn't drawn by me)
