Nature Poem by Morgan Michaels

Nature cruelly tricked the human heart
with splendid feathers, well devised for flight
but feet denied it, by capricious Art
insuring that it never might alight
or nest content within its chosen croft
but always must shriek forth its fierce lament
weep and circle ceaselessly aloft
and scan the earth for haven without end.
Sometimes in the false limbs of the wind
it rests and breathes a transient respite-
so for one consoling spark of light
their shrunken eyes are battered by the blind:
then the wind folds that bore it on
the spark dies and all is dark again.