The Soul Of Feather.
I was walking down the hill
When I heard the bird's shrill
She was flying in the sky
Giving us motto to always try.
Her voice was sweet
She was welcoming us to meet
In deep heart I was looking
As if meal she was cooking.
She went to lawn and field
Where there was nice crop yield
She picked some twigs and sticks
The lesson to work hard even we are sick.
Her way of feeding was nice
I looked and looked at her twice
The little chicks were glad
Telling us not to be sad.
She told her kids how to fly
Giving us way how to touch sky
Little birds started to flap their feather
Enjoying the cool weather.
Her character was strong
Depicting how are life journey is long
Happily singing and chanting hyms
I was watching her sings.
Now comes the time when feathers are shed
New arising coins are so glad
How strong these feathers were in past
With so much glow and shining apart.
Thinking about the life of a feather
Remembering how cool was weather
This is the soul of a feather
Cried and died for forever.
Sunday, March 7, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: affinity and love,nature love