Birds (Englyn Proest Dalgrom) Poem by Leslie Alexis

A bird was flying to rest,
But kept uplifted his chest
Even in the midday’s heat,
He desired to fulfill the feat;

His chest lifted for the world.
Wings outstretched, and tail uncurled,
Working as one to give thrust;
Flying for those stuck in dust.

In the north, south, east and west
Many say birds have it best,
Because of this single truth:
Those birds have the greatest youth!

He has countries as his bench,
And knows English, Dutch and French.
Yet cousins share the same speech.
Many lessons they can teach:

Like the coming of typhoons
And if in Japan, monsoons;
How to find worms in the earth;
Finding peace from a shelled birth.

For many, birds wear the suit
Of beauty - the peacocks’ truth-
Not many are dressed so posh;
His fine robes the heavens wash.

Even love goes to the lovebirds.
Many sing the sages’ words,
That done with the simplest charms,
Can cause man to lay his arms.

Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis