🐦 Poem: Bird's Nest
How are you all, friends, I hope you are all doing well. Today I have come to share a small poem with you again. The poem suddenly came to mind.
I unexpectedly came upon a tiny bird's nest constructed of dried leaves in a corner while strolling on the roof now. Despite its tiny size, the method by which it has constructed its home is remarkable! It was then that I felt that this small creature also knows the meaning of security and love. I am a human being, my feelings are deeper. Today's poem was written from that thought. I hope you like the words of the poem.
🐦 Poem: Bird's Nest
The little bird spreads its wings in the sky,
Looking for a place in the leaves,
Building its nest in a piece of straw, dry grass
as if it were heaven.
Sitting alone on a branch,
Singing songs at dawn,
Mother bird, hoping for her chicks,
Touches the sky and brings food.
On stormy nights, rainy days,
His bond of compassion does not break,
That small wish for the future is entangled in a corner.
People are busy
having a house,
But the bird's nest
is tied with love,
Even though it is small, it does not make us cry.
This poem was written because little things can occasionally lead to profound knowledge. I realized that all living things, not just people, require love, security, and shelter after I spotted that small bird nest. This poem is a reflection of my understanding of that sense, which I sought to express in a very straightforward manner.
As I discovered when I looked at the bird's nest, I hope that reading this poem may bring you some tranquility in your heart.
@galenkp sir , I don't understand why you downvovoted my post, I am sharing my original content, use copyright free image, but I got your downvovote, please say something clearly, what I can do,or what I can't do, sir please help,
There once was a fellow names Humpty who looked exactly like an egg. He had a bad habit of sitting the wall to get the best view over the park where he could see the birds flying, the bees buzzing and the plants growing; he loved sitting there catching the warm sun on his egg-shaped body.
One day, it was a little windy but he decided to sit on his wall anyway. Shortly after, he saw a really interesting bird settle on a tree branch and he leaned out a little further to get a good view.
The next thing he knew, he was falling through the air and then...He splattered on the ground, egg-body smashed and leaking egg fluids.
The bird he'd leaned out to look at saw the whole episode...flew down and started eating Humpty's egg fluid.
I actually don't understand anything of your words, please tell me clearly, did you not like the poem, that's why you downvoted it, I don't know how you read, but I have written it well and used good words. The words definitely have some meaning, but I don't understand why you are writing things that I don't understand myself without understanding those meanings.
I told you first that I am a little weak in English, so I write in my own language and translate it, then I check it to see if my words are correct after translating.
Please tell me clearly what you mean.
In the desert sand takes shape and no shape at all; it's formed into drifts and ripples, flat surfaces and peaks and troughs all of which have no discernable structure. And yet, there's great beauty to be found in shapes that can't be defined, much like the beauty found in the haphazard form of ocean waves crashing upon the beach.
Okay, I understand that you didn't enjoy reading the poem that's why you downvoted it, anyway you didn't like it that's why you did it, I have nothing to say about it because we all know that not everyone likes the same thing. I liked it that's why I wrote it, you didn't like it that's why you disliked it. I'll keep your advice in mind. Thank you.