A bird sat on a ledge, calling for air,
“Please, give me merely a share!”
A breeze came and lifted the bird off the ground
The breeze ruffling the bird’s feathers was the only sound
Every day, the bird decided to sit and wait
The bird was drawn to the wind, perhaps even fate
The wind always listened when the world did not
The bird had found something it had always sought
Then one day, dark clouds came and rain poured down
And the wind lunged forwards, without even a frown
At last, the bird saw the wind’s true power
The bird wanted to hide, but the wind didn’t let it cower
The wind ruffled the bird’s feathers as it had done in the past
The bird took off, flying ever so fast
Then the storm passed; the rain was gone
The bird looked at the sun from the ledge it was on
“Wind, let me once again soar!”
But the wind replied no more.
This is my 9th poem, written on 1/15/23
