Once there was a bird
And one day her tears got so heavy
That she fell from her tree
Down on the ground she was
She was a heart-wounded bird

She crawled to a corner of the forest
Where she laid down
As if she was dead
She hid herself
underneath some leaves
In her tears she drowned

She lost all hope
that one day
she would be together
with her male counterpart
She tried to recall
All what had happened
She cried and asked:
‘why oh why’

Then there was a wise owl
who had watched it all
And he said:
‘Oh bird,
why are you weeping around
And you don’t use your wings
Why did you stop to sing?’

She answered:
‘I found my true love
The one I have been looking for
all my life
But now he doesn’t love me no more
I lost him
As he forgot about me
and without me he moved on’

The wise owl smiled:
‘How can he forget you
As your song is sung
in his heart
And how can he not love you
As the love that is true
You can never lose’

But how can he recognize
and find you
If you weep and hide
Underneath the leaves
He only left
to find his strength
And to let you find
your strength too
So one day you can both
return home
to the powerhouse
of your true love

So now, get up
and use your wings again
You are meant
to fly in the blue skies
Sing your own song
So he can hear it
gloriously in his heart’

Slowly she rose
And she looked up again
She spread her wings
And flew back to her tree
She started to sing

And he,
in his forest far away
Started to smile
As he heard the song
of his counterpart
be sung in his heart

©RoseGirl2018

Once there was a bird
And she grew up in a dark forest
where she didn’t have a safe nest
to stay
She was born lost
Even before she could go her way

She was not like the other birds
As she had a sensitive heart
that was as a precious, vulnerable treasure
With so much love and light to give
But throughout the years
She had learned to disgust her diamond
And she didn’t see its value

And when she left her tree
To go into the world
She didn’t know where to go
and what to do
And all the time she was searching for love
She knew deep down
she had her counterpart

And in her search she flew
against trees
She fell to the ground
Other birds shook their heads
They didn’t understand
And said: she must be crazy

And one day they told her
That the forest needed to remain sane
And that she as a crazy bird
should go where the crazy birds stay

So they took her to the other forest
They had built a cage around
And they kept guard
Because under no condition
the sane should get mixed up
with the insane

And there she was: locked up
She desperately needed some love
But instead they gave her pills, coldness and distance

As they told her all day long:
‘You are crazy, you are crazy’
She started it to believe it herself
And started to behave as a crazy bird

But there was a wise owl
Who had watched and heard it all
And he said to her:
‘Oh precious bird, this is not who you
truly are
You don’t belong here
You with your love and your light
in your heart
You are the one that is sane
And all the others
who treat you like this
have gone crazy
You need to go out
You need to break free
Continue to sing your own song
Fly your own way
And then it will all work out.’

So she plucked up her courage
And although they didn’t want to let her go
She spread her wings
and flew through the bars

And sometimes it was hard
as she could still fear what others
would think of her
And if they would judge her
as crazy

But more and more
She saw the value
of her own heart
She shined her light into the world
And grew confident
in singing her own song
And indeed,
one day she met her counterpart
She found the love
Then she knew
She had never been crazy

©RoseGirl2018

Once there was a bird,
And you could call her a strange bird
As she was not like the others,
She was different
So yes, maybe she was a bit strange
indeed.
Her feathers were coloured
And instead of just singing bird things
She sang her poetry

And one day she went to the forest
Of the black and white birds
And there was a singing bird
She wanted to listen to him, to his concert
She wanted to be part and join the others

But from his high tree he shouted:
WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE
YOU ARE NOT WELCOME
YOU WEIRD BIRD YOU SUCK!!!
And all the other birds
started to laugh at her

She could not believe
She didn’t understand
She only came to bring her colours
and sing him her poems of love
And now she was being excluded
And had to leave

And lonely and on her own
She cried and was in pain
It was like she had no right to exist
She wanted to hide her colours
and to paint them black and white

But then there was a wise owl
Who had watched and heard it all
And he said:
‘Oh strange bird, be proud to be strange as you add colours
to a forest that has lost its shine’

And indeed
In fact,
the singing bird could never forget about the strange bird
And he kept wondering about her
He had only excluded her
because her colourful shine had blinded and scared him

And one day he regretted
and he flew over to her
He asked her
to teach him her colourful,
strange ways
and to sing in his forest

©RoseGirl2018

Once there were
two nightingales
A male and a female

Every night the male bird
sang his heart out
in the trees
of the forest
And then the female bird
came to listen
to his magic sounds

And he saw her there
flying around
Under the moon
Her beautiful eyes
lit up the dark
And he flew towards her
To look
into those two diamonds

First she stayed
at a distance
But as she found
more trust in her heart
She flew closer too

But the closer they grew
The more he started
to shake
Who was that girl
With her magic eyes
that seemed
to have bewitched
his heart
As she stirred up
the deepest emotions
and the truest love

And then she also
started to sing
She sang her words of
poetry
into his ears
He started to shake
even more
He enjoyed it,
for sure
But it needed to stop
It scared him, overwhelmed him
It created too much turmoil

So then one night
He called in his friend
the raven
And the raven ambushed
the bird girl
And he thundered through
the forest:
‘Keep your distance, you
weird bird
Don’t come any near
to him no more.
Don’t even fly over
Or otherwise I will call
my army of ravens’

She started to shake
Like she had never shaken
before
And with her heart broken
and her head hanging down
She flew away

But what to do
As her songs of love
Continued to flow
from her heart
And she could not stop
to sing?
Though every night
She shivered
as she could still hear
the echo
of the thunder cry of the raven
in her ears

So in another part
of the forest
in her own tree
she continued to sing
No one, not even the raven
Could forbid her to love

And one night
When she sang her heart out
In her tree
Under the moon
She saw two beautiful eyes
that lit up the dark
It was her own nightingale
that came to listen
to her magic sounds

©RoseGirl2018