From The Abyss

About the Book

As I wondered towards the West I saw a bird that came to rest In its sticks filled nest The nest was high in the trees Made of thorns and weeds From the nest young bird fell I thought his wing was not well I took the bird back to my house Although not sure if it was wise To the store, I went to get some food However, the bird ate only when he was in the right mood It did not cost me a large wealth In addition, the bird seemed to return to health It however was not a broken wing that made the bird wobble It was his labyrinth that unraveled The bird died next day It is nature’s laws I heard someone say The nature’s law this time seemed cruel In this case, it is hard to keep cool. I hope to the heaven the young bird went In any case, I will miss my little friend.

About the Author

I wanted to give my readers poems about something different and unique. Something not found in everyday things. Give them chance for philosophical discussion. As well as to show that even very ordinary things and places might hide something extraordinary. I also wanted to express some of my own views and feelings.