Birds

Vladyslav Nazarchuk

There sat three birds atop a tree,
Lustrous, blithe, and sparkly.
They sat with glee, and watched below
The azure river’s gentle flow.

Then, a gust of wind flew by,
And, in the blinking of an eye,
The birds took off, towards the stars,
Towards the planets Moon and Mars;

And as the triad flew up high,
They strummed the fibers of the sky,
And note by note, and chord by chord,
They mended all of life’s discord.

Oh, how I wish they wouldn’t fly away!
But rather in my troubled heart would stay.