I Let It Poem by Manonton Dalan

sweet voices i long for day break
as dew reflects sparkles from cliff
silence for quiet some time, croon
rolling stones cascades with roar
into water below with precise score
bubbles trap it won't come so soon

up solitary branch a flower bloom
so close to sky watching me mourn
innocent flapping wings learning
listening to her mom's beak calling
should i wait for sun sets to write
against brownish wall, rusted granite