Homeless Bird Poem by Itohan Stephanie #

Trenched in, sneaking in, out!
Every tree my nest to build Capriciously seasoned,
i still can fly in the wind
Every season knew my name
i was their favourite guest
Even in rain my feathers ain't wet

Ambiance of Grace,
The room will light, my presence it tells The sun will count the days as like my
muse
Let the sun bear it witness
The sun tell it with seasons
But i tell it with books and tales


Stories from dawn to dusk
From field to field,
Hasteful autumn would tell of it
The summer is delighted to hear it
The spring, waits at the hallway
She knows the Sun is pal to all
The winter can finally wait her turn

Hope she hosts me well enough
Can't be bothered my roof ain't leaking
My mat is cosy enough
My walls warn enough
my tired wings ready to fly all
season around,
So are they really tired?

My soul grows ardent in this citadel of light
Lustre walls all for my gaze
have never felt more at home
In this old benches of wood
a homeless man is not a homeless man unless he agrees
Then your true home is no longer earth
he' ll leave it behind to dust and rust

Do the seasons really grow old?
Or we just fade away with time
As times ticks away with everything we hold dear
Aha! this trick of nature
Everyone is truly homeless across the cycle of life
One stage births another
So your home is not your home!


Ain't life a journey of vanity?
All for what, my wings claps!
So to what point is this nest i so cherish, since it fades to dust and rust
Since the seasons and all
Its elements will feed from its beauty
Finally my soul have learned the truth


Clay, wood, rooftops, will fade with time
It won't hold those walls forever
So you see you are homeless in them Walls to dust and nails to rust
Your only home is the soul you feed
Feed your soul with nutrients
Nourishment for all season
The Word, Yes! The Word Of GOD!














Trenched inardent