the merry go round

Birds fly

Soaring high

In the sky

Clouds part

Taking them

Into their heart –

Close again

Groaning low

With their pain.

A lightning flash-

And tears come

As the clouds

Dash heads in vain

Birds dive

From up high

Seeking shelter

On the plain

The nest beckons

They huddle close

Squeaking shrilly

Of their woes

Winter goes

And spring arrives

Cheering up

Their dreary lives

Sun smiles

A cheeky grin

Blushes to the cheeks

Of roses brings

Birds sing

And flowers dance

As the summer

Does advance…

Till again

Comes the rain

And they scan

The skies in vain

For the sulking

Sun to smile

And spread light

Over every mile

The seasons all

Have had their turn

Under Nature’s

eyes so stern

and on and on

and round and round

Life turns around

Its merry-go-round.