It was not so long ago
That flew a bird
As white as divine
And it flew straight
In a crooked world
In search of its home
But there was
Not a single tree in sight
For it to make its home
So it flew
Over the mountains
And the oceans wide
Until there was
Not a human soul in sight
The bird flew higher
And grew stronger
And its eyes shone bright
And the sun rays
Reflected off its feathers
The heaven smiled
But the earthly world
Could not find a place
For a bird as pure as divine
The bird
Carried a sorrowful heart
And its wings held joyous
Blessings
And over whom it flew
It was told
Found a peaceful wonder
Rise among their souls
But the bird
Who blessed so many
Slowly grew weak and weary
The burden of the earth
Proved too much
And too many
And the bird
Fell off the side
Of a great blue mountain
They say
A stream did rise
Which flowed to meet the seas
And the stream carried
An unknown sorrow
Of a bird lost
In search of tomorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An imaginative write beautifully crafted. An interesting poem that captures sadness