A Bird Of Many Colors Poem by Chima Ononogbu

Life is a bird
Of many colors
That flies at birth
At the tear of a cry.

At birth, we cry,
Although our eyes asleep;
Not for what we see,
But for what we feel.

Though on the nectar of breasts,
Though our mother's gentle strokes,
Even so, we cry.
For the first air we draw in -
Is the first pain we inhale.

We feel the breath of life;
We feel the speed of time;
The air about us hangs
A strange welcome it blows.

At the burst of life -
Life begins to end!
At first as the Crow flies,
But in fairly a time,
A winding trail,

Like wings that flutter in the air,
Life rolls down twists and turns
From dawn of a season
To dusk of a season.

At its crest, life glows,
At its trough, life fades;
And in between,
We embrace its rough with its smooth.

Life is a shade of colors,
Life a shade of stories;
Life is a bird
Of many colors.