The Songbird

The Songbird



The songbird cries

Freedom is my thrill, my joy

I leave my histories behind

With every thrust of my beating wings

I lift my eyes up, burst through the treetops

I seek my tomorrows

Skywards, My abode is beyond the rain-clouds

Beyond the tossing winds, I know

Of silver linings, I learn

Of silences and stillness and

Eternities -

I am as light as the air where I fly

As bright as the light that shines

Over me


Will you listen to my songs?

Can you hear my calls?