The Bird’s Song
Life what be this
thing we are brought into. Are we just
flesh and blood; or be it that all there is that which happiness brings. It be said that what we seek, has and will be
forever beyond that which has already been ordained Yet we still believe that in us live that
which be lives unchained. When we ourselves
carry the weight of our chains till our last breath taken. Such be the simple things sight unseen; still
we seek that which is not ours. See you
not the beauty of the birds in flight,
do they seek more. Yet they go about
their life in the blink of an eye; never knowing of their chains. The beauty of the flower that stirs the soul. It’s path chosen by that which be ordained. But to what end the flower seeks but to live
and bring its beauty. Still we seek that
which be not our path. Given, yet not
the achievement we seek. Yet if we do
not search what be the prize; a life free from hardship and pain. Be it then we seek what the flower brings,
and the bird’s song…
© 2012 Words the Windows to the Soul…
