Short poem |
I stood and watch a group of birds fly by and I wondered how they would know in what direction to go. They were all flying together and were flying so fast I wondered how long it would last. My heart stood still as I watched them pass. But I could sense they were on to me, and they soon landed in the tall green grass. One bird was giving direction, he circles the sky like a beautiful butterfly. The other birds followed. I stood in my place my eyes l were lost in their grace. Their leader had profession cos they all were in subjection. Never had I witness such awe and splendor. For in this world few things would allow you to render its beauty. They would stay here for a while allow me to witness their style.They were walking around without making a sound. Then all of a sudden only to fly away I will never forget that day. For with them my soul floated away. But unlike me, they would stay together like birds of a feather. They made a pass for the last goodbye, There has to be a creator up high to give them instinct to fly. They are all colors in the face, black, blue, red as if they had their own race. They are just as smart as me and you instructed by God for this is what they were made to do. |