In skies of azure, bright and wide,
A solitary blue bird does glide.
Its wings, a brush of cerulean hue,
Painting the heavens with shades anew.
With feathers soft as morning dew,
It soars above, the world to view.
Its song, a melody pure and clear,
Echoes softly, drawing hearts near.
Through fields of green and forests deep,
The blue bird flies, its secrets to keep.
It whispers tales of lands untold,
Where dreams take flight and hearts unfold.
In every flutter, a story is heard,
Of hope and love in every word.
So let us cherish this feathered friend,
The blue bird’s journey, without end.
Mariangel Yupa Martinez • Sep 4, 2024 at 10:17 am
THIS IS SO GOOD AAA I LOVE IT I CHERISH IT SO MUCH ITS DELICIOUS AND SCRUMPTIOUS AND EVERY WORD IS PERFEcT I LOVE IT THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY LIFE HAPPIER *cryemojicryemojicryemoji*
Theertha Nair • Apr 25, 2024 at 4:33 pm
My mouth literally dropped when I read your poem. It’s so good!
Julianna Cano • Apr 25, 2024 at 8:53 pm
Thank you so much! I am glad you liked it!