The sweetest sound I ever heard
So issued from a tiny bird
That all the universe stood still
To listen to his joyful trill.
It seemed that all creation bowed
To see him on that bough, stood proud,
As there he sang a merry song
Enchanting all the morning long.
'Oh little bird with plumage bright
Be there forever in my sight' -
I prayed that he would always stay,
But from that bough... he flew away.
So then a vigil long I kept,
While me and all creation wept,
Until once more he graced the sky -
The world and me no more would cry.
Then out of nowhere came a bolt
That surely caused my breath to halt -
I heard a silence fall around,
Then saw him flutter... to the ground.
The world then grew a darker place
As all the stars burned out in space.
Alas, the little bird was dead -
Tears, I … and all creation … shed.
A lovely poem and so very touching. The little bird represents the fragility of life as Diane Hine feels or is it representative of hope which dies and rekindles again and again.
So beautiful, so touching. Things of beauty are not a joy forever. We have to enjoy them in the moment because the very next moment they may be gone for ever. Luckily our great Creator created so many things of beauty in the sky in the seas and here on earth, that the very next thing of supreme beauty is never far away from us.
Little bird is really wonder in creation of God. With plumage of brightness little bird teaches many more things. Very nice job and excellent poem shared in forum.
A beautiful poem indeed about the sweet bird that meets its end. Very well crafted and flow is amazing. Enjoyed.
Wow, what an amazing poem about separation and loss! The little bird enraptured my mind, gave me joy for the moment, and then as with all life it was gone - taken by death itself from your beautiful poem Touched my heart with a joyful sadness, then that too expired. Great poem! 10 - 10's if possible! RoseAnn
Swimming in the sea of separation and sadness yet souring above the stars of significance!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ohh such a touchy poem, , , the initial paragraphs brought thrill about the tiny bird and its song but eventually it fluttering to the ground was indeed a gloomy end. Very well written Valerie......loved it