Dear Umbrella
Protecting from the rain
Dear Armour
Shielding from arrows
A whisper
Easing all the pain
A caress
To wipe away the sorrows
Mother Bird,
With your wings of gold
Soaring above,
Our secrets you unfold
Dear Book
Where the world appears
Dear Voice
With a tune so strong
A tender kiss
To forbid all the fears
A warm embrace:
“Nothing is wrong”
Mother Bird,
With your wings of gold
We’ll never forget
The stories you’ve told
Your place in our hearts
Beyond reason and measure
A work of art
Your love we treasure
Mother Bird,
Fly freely as we go
Though our cage’s open,
You, we’ll follow
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Nicely thought and written.....Shelter and protection is what we look for in this world,