from my poetry blog....
some decisions are just not ours to make...
"yellow buddy"
under a tree sits me
who is this
can it be?
falling down from a branch
with much less than a crash
a bird so soft
so yellow
so sweet
if i catch it i'll take it
back home with me
where it would not belong
in a cage
not so free
if i leave it
the nature
so cruel and untamed
may make sure
id never
see this bird again
decisions i have them
here and now to make
leave alone yellow buddy, or yellow buddy i take?
as he's helpless
like wings clipped
he shakes on the ground
i sit there
panicked from horrible sound
of my yellow poor buddy
just crawling around
trying to grasp and look fast
for a more stable ground
should i help
should i touch?
should i try to reach out?
will he let me
stand him back
on his feet?
is he proud?
just then
with a yelp
when all seems so hopeless
he pushes his beak
straight into the ground
the sheer force
it does more
than lets him get out
of this dilemma alive
it pushes him UP
and he FLIES!
i didnt think in this case
he could even survive
as i watch him soar higher
im amazed how he glides
im happy that in front of me
he didnt die
if i helped him stand up would he have strength to journey?
i realized the decision wasnt mine
to help him be free
some decisions are just not ours to make...
"yellow buddy"
under a tree sits me
who is this
can it be?
falling down from a branch
with much less than a crash
a bird so soft
so yellow
so sweet
if i catch it i'll take it
back home with me
where it would not belong
in a cage
not so free
if i leave it
the nature
so cruel and untamed
may make sure
id never
see this bird again
decisions i have them
here and now to make
leave alone yellow buddy, or yellow buddy i take?
as he's helpless
like wings clipped
he shakes on the ground
i sit there
panicked from horrible sound
of my yellow poor buddy
just crawling around
trying to grasp and look fast
for a more stable ground
should i help
should i touch?
should i try to reach out?
will he let me
stand him back
on his feet?
is he proud?
just then
with a yelp
when all seems so hopeless
he pushes his beak
straight into the ground
the sheer force
it does more
than lets him get out
of this dilemma alive
it pushes him UP
and he FLIES!
i didnt think in this case
he could even survive
as i watch him soar higher
im amazed how he glides
im happy that in front of me
he didnt die
if i helped him stand up would he have strength to journey?
i realized the decision wasnt mine
to help him be free