Songbird Poem by Alison Mujati

Songbird
Nature gave her a color, Blue, green, yellow, and aura
There is beauty in everything
Bright morning days

She sings bright in sun's rays
Fluent chirps make beautiful songs
Her smooth feathers glitter gold

Food for eyes, you may dig deeper
If this is a definition, does it not pinpoint
The essence of a songbird's beauty, pure and bright?

In her trills, a story's told
Of life, of love, of dreams, of old
A language universal, young and bold

Her wings, a blur, like whispers low
She flits, a fleck, of color, as she goes
Leaving behind, a trail of sweetest glow

With every note, a memory's made
Of joy, of love, of life, displayed
A symphony, that echoes, never fades

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall
The songbird's voice, a whispered call
Echoes through, with a gentle, loving call

With every breath, a song takes flight
A celebration, of life's pure delight
A reminder, of beauty, pure and bright

In seasons' change, when winds do blow
The songbird's voice, a constant, that does grow
A reminder, of life's eternal flow

With wings outstretched, she takes to the sky
A fleck of color, as she soars on by
Leaving behind, a trail of wonder, why

In silence deep, where shadows softly fall
The songbird's voice, a whispered call
Echoes through, with a gentle, loving call

In dreams we hear, the songbird's refrain
A melody, that echoes through the brain
A reminder, of life's sweetest, purest strain

In hearts we feel, the songbird's gentle might
A love, a joy, that takes, our deepest night
And fills, our souls, with pure delight

And when she sings, our spirits soar
In harmony, with nature's score
We find our peace, on earth, once more.