Silent Bird Poem by Elena Sandu

The king of birds,
~a quiet one
was once upon a time
The lord of coldest love!

No bird could leave
the flower land
to make him feel more warm.

But what would hurt the kingdom most
The king had not a voice?
-No other birds, should ever sing
If muted was the king! !

For king of birds
no beauty searched.
Love, he had none to share.

One day too tired, quit to play
such imposed hatred game.
Gave up the throne
and threw away his honorific name.

Deepen in peace,
he flew to live
by dark, inside a cave.

The kingdom now
is full of love
All birds, love, freely play.

A ranger, far into the woods
heavenly voice heard yesterday:
- Sad beautiful sounds, oh mine!
Where do those coming from!

A lonely bird would sing in spring,
of how with sadness filled.
For being cold and mute and crude
to ones he once had ruled.


The ranger dared a glimpse and saw
The feathers of a king!
A heart, was broken on the spot
And man, no more could sing.