In skies of blue, they take to flight,
With feathers spread, a stunning sight.
Birds of grace, with wings so wide,
They soar above, with effortless glide.
Their songs, a melody in the air,
A symphony of chirps, beyond compare.
From dawn till dusk, their voices ring,
A chorus of joy, that makes hearts sing.
From humble sparrows to majestic eagles,
Each species unique, with its own regal sequels.
Flashing colors, a vibrant display,
In nature's palette, they brighten the way.
They build their nests with love and care,
A cozy haven, high up in the air.
Eggs, delicate treasures, they gently tend,
Until new life emerges, a miracle to send.
In search of food, they take their quest,
In meadows, forests, and by the coast they nest.
With beaks as tools, they forage and find,
Nature's abundant gifts, of every kind.
Birds in formation, a breathtaking sight,
In perfect harmony, they take their flight.
Guided by instinct, they migrate afar,
A journey of survival, guided by star.
Oh, birds of wonder, so small and grand,
In your presence, we truly understand,
The freedom of flight, the spirit of sky,
A reminder to soar, and reach up high.
So let us cherish, these creatures of air,
Their beauty, their songs, beyond compare.
For in their world, a lesson we find,
To live with grace, and leave worries behind.
About the Creator
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli4 days ago in Poets
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