Poetry by Michael Bechayda

Chirp Chirp

The bird in a small tree

Chirping loudly

Caught my interest

Beautiful and Colorful

Passionately I stare

I thought I was in a dream

Time seem to stop

Caught me in the moment's lust

We think the imaginable

Always appear in dreams

In this case not always

Just have to give it a chance

And let nature's beauty

To sweep you in your feet

And ask yourself what life should be.........