I Hate To Lie Poem by Rugyinsun Alwayslearns

If a tiny bird sings a song in the morning
the beauty is true
it's a truth
it spreads out beauty

Look that motionless mist over the air
It breaks away
Then eyes don't hardly see
My tiny bird jumps one to another leaf

Its song whirls around
clears up the sky
sweeps aside the clouds
it's a real story

If I were that tiny bird
I'd spread the beauty
over the vortex of life wheels
snake in

Ah, the fly ridicules me
'Too fussy'
Sorry I don't appreciate it
I'll never give in

I'm sure I'm not alone
in this world of our own
I don't talk about that cloud
not that troublesome storm

I have passed by the years
and let in and out everything
the free lessons by nature
and I learned how life is

and no one knows more than me
as I own my life
there's nothing really twin
but the domineering

Ah, life hasn't ended yet
Shall I carry on my poem?