Little Bird
Hatch, little bird, Hatch.
sitting in your shell
comfortable, warm
but you can’t stay
B R E A K
the boundary
and enjoy the world so
Hatch, little bird, Hatch.
Fly, little bird, Fly.
spread your wings and
jump
put your worries behind you
because if you
fall
I will catch you so
Fly, little bird, Fly.
Look, little bird, Look.
what do you see
flying above the world?
is this what you
Im
ag
in
ed?
the blue, the green, the yellow
so closely
Look, little bird, Look.
The Rose
It sits in the garden,
the rose and its thorns,
for all to see
but none to scorn.
It’s been through a lot
the flower and its friends,
it knows sickness all to well,
yet it never bends.
Surrounded, left and right,
the beauty and its scars,
is loved by all,
but it feels so far.
Growing with love and care,
the bud and its leaves,
stands tall and proud,
and it never grieves.
But growing with hate and darkness,
the weed and its trouble,
will get nothing but death,
and end up in the rubble.
Running
running through the grass,
flowers bloomed all around them.
Behind, fire raged on.
Utopia
eyes closing, we run
we imagine great evils
chasing and watching
escape near, eyes opening
we look toward paradise