Winner's Weapons Poem by Jackson Nyoho

From a distance, flies a bird;
seperating colours from colours.
appealing Colours which no man can actually uphold,
as they are unique and beautiful.

In a quiet dark forest, it lands;
from wings to head, head to wings.
They gather around, abandoning all differences;
exonerating the mind thoughts

together in Joy and gladness they remain.
far left lies the burden,
far back lies the challenge.
just untop of a tree, they drop their greed.

'To ye that is happy, let ye come and gladen thine heart', they shout.
There is an unbeatable number of happy birds in appealling colours.

Even the mighty arrow, could not penetrate in;
together they'd remain, in joy and unquenchable gladness.

Togetherly, togetherly............................... Togetherly.