There was
A bird
That sat
Within
The twigs
Of an old
Old oak.
There
The bird
Sat
And watched
And sat
And thought
And then
At last
It asked
The oak,
' Tree, you're very old
You're very wise
You've seen many a thing
I'll never see -
Can you tell me
Why I am?
Or why you are?
I've flown about
For many a year
And many a thing
I've seen
But I've not yet
Found that answer -
Can you not help me? '
The tree said nothing
But simply stood there
In a loud, loud silence.
A sacred breeze
Rustled through its leaves.
Minutes later
The bird, disappointed,
Not noticing
That anything
Had happened
Hopped from
Its resting place
Into the air -
Once again
To chase after
That which cannot
Be chased
But only
Realized!
© M. Barrett – all rights reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Breathtaking and intoxicating poem.....
Hi Melvina, glad you liked it...how many people are like the bird....closed to messages brought through sacred vibrations? More than multitudes methinks!