Sing My Bird's Apple Of Life Poem by Cena Rose

High up in your perch
Swaying with the wind
Don't let no one hold your spanless wings
And with your feet you fly

Driving wind and apples aside
Life
is but a measure unknown
My bird sings with me

And treasure is but one thing
Diamonds are so worthless
My bird wants those apples
Why, So that she may climb high

I am but a life
And she but a cloudless sun
With chances none
And with no limit, soars

I watch
And see her perch
Then she comes
And sings with me

Sings of all the treasures
I am sure life will find
Give her one, I'll give her Two!
But life is not for her

And so she stops
And an apple appears
And she flies
On a windless night
And so she flies
My apple in her grasp