Dream 1 Poem by welkin siskin

As I watch birds fly
in the heavens,
as I see it quench thirst
in the ground,
I compare myself to a bird.
For the life is fleeting like the bird's.
In the cruise of endlessness—
searching for survival,
sometimes soaring with joy,
sometimes failing to soar with joys—
Is life as oblivious as the stories of birds,
Like eagles,
hindered to return to its origin
and the thirst quenched
in a single venue.
@ Welkin Siskin