Songbird - Poem by Cody O'Hara

The Songbird
Even when alone,

Forgotten,
Keeps on singing,

His beautiful
Music

Filling the air
With color,

He does this
Not to forget,

Not for self
Serving glory,

Or to simply
Fill the void,

For the Songbird
Is a poet, and it

Is not in his
Nature to

Despise the world,
But to love it

Even if the songs
Be melancholy,

They still are
Of this life

And the Songbird
Lives on

Always singing
Among the trees

And in the grassy
Meadows