The Bird Poem by Chan Mongol

The sweet love grown with her dance
Oh bird! I love to have your presence!

The bird visits me and sing
Even, if it is not the Spring!

Her home is on my nearby tree
And I enjoy her love, song and beauty!

Little birds with little eyes can see far
Through rocks, windows, flesh, blood, water!

Humans say, old like me should be dying
But for me to live, the bird is praying!

I am not well and became disable
Without right care, I am experiencing hell!

But the bird is around me in my obsession
I live on and on with this better creation!

She may not be a fellow human
But a life form, in the lifespan!

I know, ingredients for life is everywhere
In all seasons, in earth, air, water!