Shy Bird

On a tree branch

Under a sunset sky

Down a bird lands

Within the outside

 

Atop a blossoming branch

It lets out a cry

And without another chance

It begins to fly

 

Sun rays begin to dance

From here on out, this bird's not shy

Despite its thoughts of "maybe I can't"

Soaring through the clouds until it dies

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741