A Bird On a Tree

It started with a tree Then came a blue bird Blue from worrying and doubting It sad on a branch Alone on that tree the bird waited What it waited for? Not even the bird knows Alone on that tree the bird sings a sad song Then comes a songbird and a small bird They sit on the branch Join in with the bird song The blue bird is now green Green because they feel like they belong Together they sing a sweet song The small bird flies away to find a new tree The same tune that was sung before Suddenly seems dull… Then comes a firebird and a bird that loves to chirp They sit on the same branch And join in with the bird song The bird is now yellow Yellow happiness, smiles and laughter Together they sing cheerful song Then comes a robin They sit on the same branch And join in with the bird song The bird is now orange Orange from sparkles of hope Together they all sing a harmonious song Together they stay On that same branch One day the songbird Brings a few more birds to the tree The fire bird brings a few more birds too The bird goes a shade of grey With more birds on the tree All singly bird song and chirping loudly No one notices when The grey bird sings quieter And quieter And quieter The grey bird is grey from feeling dull From feeling like they don’t belong From questioning if this is the tree for them From sitting on the same tree but never the same branch From always just standing there but never actually saying anything Never actually feeling like there ever truly there Anymore… There song not as cheerful or as loud As before They think if they try to sing loud there song will just be drowned out by others So they don’t even try There not the same as before Their hearts not as full Their chirps are not as loud Their smile not as often Their laughter barely ever heard Their self esteem not as high The list goes on This poem isn’t about birds