Sherwin Balbuena Poet Free verse

The Dying Bird

I knew I did nothing
but to sing, to fly,
to alight happily
on a branch of a tree.

Did my song hurt you?
Did I make something bad
as I perched and flew?

I knew I did nothing
but to sing, to fly,
to alight happily
on a branch of a tree

Why did you throw
a deadly stone towards me
as I sang my favorite song?
I moaned as I feel.
The pain was too strong

I beg, before you toast me
let me first say:

"Oh, I'll miss you, my song,
for I can't sing you anymore.

"Oh, my friend Lonely Tree,
I'm sorry to tell you
that I can't be with you
to make you happy everyday.

"Oh, my friend Strong Wind,
keep on blowing
even if you don't feel my wings,
for I can't fly with you again."

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