Spring Bird

Children throw madder to the stream Winter is gone as down sun light upon earth will beam Spring will come and with it April and May dream The beauty of sage and cherry tree flowers will become extreme Moon drops tears of light on the spider web gleaming in rainy dew The nirvana is silver blue Where punishing winter wind not long ago blew Now breeze serves only to underline divine flower sent and of their colors hue On one of the tree branches seats a strange bird Of this type of bird No one ever has heard The bird is mostly blue colored It has green ring on the back of his neck Long legs and is here after long trek Don’t know if he came from south or north from Quebec Only seen him once and never seen him coming beck The bird looks to the sky To the abyss of soul he will fly Where the immortals will lie He will exit the existence but not die