The Bird at Rest

When the wind of doubt becomes tiresome

and every dream is broken

the bird searches for something to cling to

a firm foundation

a truth to settle on

when the poem of human sorrow

read by an actor in monotone

is cause for a noisy celebration

the bird looks for a shelter

where civilization cannot enter

there only silence is welcome

and peace of mind is a new sort of wonderful

leave the humans to enjoy their turmoil

the bird is happy with a simple salvation

a branch to rest upon