Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

Birds In The Sky


The sky is open to birds
No matter their colour or specie
It's just enough for every breed
Every wing to soar
Every wind to beat
Every height to attain
This way, birds chirp at will
Not minding greedy men; or needy maids
Just the space and their pace

I marvel as birds stay all day in the sky
They must love it there; why wouldn't they
When they are not threaten by hurricane
Nor dislodge by earthquake
But at ease soaring as far as they please

Submitted: Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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  • Saadat Tahir (5/29/2013 12:59:00 AM)

    a nice fresh poem, celebrating and eulogizing nature and the beauty of it.
    simple allegory makes it a nice write

    blessings (Report) Reply

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