Song of the Soul

Chirping Bird

The first rays of Sun

Hit his nest.

After waiting all night

Never had he been more ready.

Never had his chirp been so beautiful.

It was time to fly.

One drop, two drop…

Rain poured.

He leaned on the branch

The wind swayed his settled nest.

I must fly, I must fly.

He swung his body with all his might.

Fought against the currents of the wind.

But it was too strong,

He waited all night for this moment.

Yet the wind seemed not to care.

He extended his wings,

Let the wind take him

To a difference place,

Made of other colors,

Fruits and trees,

As so the song of the chirping bird changed

Its melody to a harmony of a path not taken.