Treasure: Hymn of the Birds

TREASURE: HYMN OF THE BIRDS


A scenery that was not indistinct to a paradise’s beauty
These birds roaming the earth like an open sea
The flashing of colors illuminated the very eyes of the watchers and passers
A treasure, the hymn of the birds that was more than philanthropic
and nostalgic

Dancing red lilies in the lagoon of the rhapsodic blue
at the center of the greenery
An eminent beauty of colors that antagonized everyone’s melancholy
Warriors held their pistols, yet this beauty can be a child’s
very owned armory
“Treasure me for I can give a shelter that is sweeter than of the bee’s
honey”,
said a Tree

Yes, everyone can be a memory, everyone can leave a remembrance.
But the tress in the woods, they leave the mainland
with their old and rotting roots
However as that their trunks had undergone cutting and shredding
True beauty they have given to the flesh they offered shelters,
but these fleshes offered them untold tragedy

The hymn of the birds
The whoosh of the rivers
The breeze of the mountain dews
These were nature’s offer of a captivating paradise

There was more than what meets the eyes of an opportunist
The beautiful sanctuary of an undisturbed sea
The landmark of heaven and earth’s crest
And the location of an unveiled trenches

We created our own picture of a perfect abode
But let the melody be the hymn of the bird
The whooshing by the river banks
The fogs that signified the awakening of the flesh in the mountain tops

Everyone has a soul for nature
And thy soul held its very future
Nature can bring its own demise
But a dispute by bombs and arms from the armory
can leave trace of torture to it

For the generations ahead
May your ancestors have recorded the hymn of the bird
For the root of humanity will engage in another tragedies
I wish you are fed with romantic and mellow melodies

Melody of pure thoughts and innocence
For the bravery of a soul starts at the very core
A home that he was born at is his soul’s cornerstone
His journey has started right from his first screech

Relive the peace, consider a truce
Value the thought of a paradise
Breathe the blessing that’s air
Embrace the coolness of the atmosphere

Relish the beauty of the flashing colors
That are splashing at your window panes
You can veto the uproar by the land
Must you consider the bloodshed and pain

Healthy mind is of a man who does not slaughter other man
of his blood
The destiny of many depended on nobody but God
A cry of nature is a call to humanity, to everyone
An answer to the call depends not on one man of a flesh,
but to the heavenly one

Reserve a second
It will equal to eternity of a healthy earth
For the incoming generation
Engage to preservation

Love earth
Deliver your care
For the preservation
Care for the next man