Golden Bird Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

From the depth
of a forest
flew a golden bird.
A soft, sweet melody
of song was heard.
From its gentle wings
came a breath of air
scented with roses
and without despair.

It carried a soul
from earthly being,
ascended in lightness
wth a spirit of seeing
the gentle breezes
and floating of time.
The peacefulness
of forevers clime.

So shall it be
the golden bird,
a spectre of memory
and the silence heard.