chirping
freely in trees
may they hear my songs
as I gather food
and collect supplies
to provide and build a home
I soar in the freedom
feeling insurmountable peace
of a blissful summer day,
chirping
freely in trees
they hear the songs I sang
I leave to gather food
for the lovely nest that has been made,
to provide for eggs that she's laid
soaring in the skies
in what seem to be the perfect day,
instead of a meal for the kids
I collected bullets
and nobody hears my song again.
YOU ARE READING
With Love.
PoetryIn a book is the best way to hide knowledge of the truth, through a pen hides the strength of therapy. I've gain much wisdom and restored much faith from this. I hope this brings growth to anyone reading; it was worked through me in very difficult t...
