The gold bird

[Keanumoreira]

The gold bird

 

In the garden I came to walk,

To gaze and smile at the blooming flock.

When all at once I approached a birch,

And atop its branch the gold bird did perch.

 

I admired its voice, as soft as strings,

Its musical hum my heart does sting.

Its feathers as golden as a soft daffodil,

The joy if its presence myself shall fill.

 

And when it dives into the air,

All the world I have lost to care.

I sit and I watch as it dances about,

Waiting, oh waiting, for the spring to sprout.

 

But when the winter shall begin to crawl,

And when the leaves shall start to fall…

I will sit and watch that birch,

For one day soon the gold bird shall perch.

 

 

Dedicated to my good friend, who inspired me to write this...

Edited March 9, 2011 by Keanumoreira

[LordWushin]

Very good!!! I just love it when a friend or someone inspires poetry, it always seems to be that much better. Keep it up Keanumoreira.

[Keanumoreira]

Thank you LordWushin, glad you liked it. :happy:

[TheSwedishPancake]

This is certainly your best poem I've ever read... it made me shed a tear of joy. :)

[Keanumoreira]

This is certainly your best poem I've ever read... it made me shed a tear of joy. :)

 

Thanks Swedish, that's very kind of you. :sweat: