Don't Talk To Me Of Songbirds.. Poem by Lisa Vagnarelli

Don't talk to me of flowing rivers With that heavy feeling
The ripples and the trickles
As it flows out to sea...

Don't talk to me of thunder
With a gloomy sigh
The snaps and the cracks
As it lights up the sky

Don't speak to me of rain
With despair
The pitter and the patter
As it falls on the ground there

No, don't talk to me of songbirds With sadness in your eyes
The trilling and the singing
As they sing their lullabies

The ripples in that river
I saw and felt every movement
Did you see that small pink flower Floating down the stream?

That thunder in the sky
It rumbled on the window
I also saw every single
Lightning veins glow

The pitter and patter of that rain Was rhythmic on my skin
I also saw colour spectrums in every droplet
As light broke in..

And when it's cold outside
As the dawn breaks
Out there we will bide
And watch those little songbirds sing

If luck is on your side
Perhaps you will see
Among the flaming skies
Their beautiful, sweet melody.