Every day I walk early in the morning. Today, for example, I walked 12 kilometres. I like walking in nature, feeling the fresh morning air. It's the best time to hear the songs of waking birds. Today I filmed one of those birds singing, which gave me the inspiration for this post
Please play the video while you read my poem.
The singing little creature
This little creature sings
Showing glimpses of happiness.
It sings
As it flies,
Knowing nothing of before
Or after.
She sings
Blowing into the air
The same atoms and molecules
That keep her alive.
She doesn't know
How many laws
Of physics and physiology
she has to master, just to sing.
She doesn't know,
that it knows how to master them.
This little creature sings
And when it sings,
It ends up revealing
The mysterious stories
and hidden wonders of the Universe.
This little creature sings
And whistles happiness
Because it sings without knowing
That tomorrow it may no longer sing.
This little creature knows
That happiness
Is always singing in the present.
Rolando Andrade
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Thank you for restacking @Stanley Wotring
Such a beautiful poem, Rolando