Little Bird Poem by Delaney Rose

I am a tree, and everything is falling away.
All my leaves as beautiful as they are,
Have fallen away from me.
Now they rest withered and dying at my feet.
They are my thoughts, the words, the feelings,
Those that were once happy - Made me feel so beautiful.

I am a tree, and a long Winter is coming.
I am not sad, this is not death - I am not dying.
This is merely silence, only a wakeful sleep.
It is a field after snow: Beautiful,
In a twisted way, but blank, frozen.
There is nothing there, there is nothing left.
And with the silence the tree is blessed.

But silence is only desired in the chaos.
And with no chaos silence is threatening.
Something new is needed.

I am a tree and I need to be saved.
The wind here is light and plain.
While the world remains cold.
I can be warm, come little bird, be here, stay with me.
Please, whisper all your songs.
Your words are new and graceful,
And they fill me with life.

Come, Beautiful bird, and stay nestled here with me.
Fill this emptiness and let my arms surround you.
Stay here. Let me be your home.
Hold me in your heart.
Hold me forever safe there.
Warm me, if even for a while,
Like the Summer Sun.
And if you should fade into the horizon - Flying off into the distance,
Keep me in your heart - carry me with you.
Let me remain the fire in your eyes.