The Eyes of a Bird
I paced across the rocky shore
Flapping my wings to fly once more.
I wanted to soar high
In the never-ending blue sky.
I have never had a nest.
To me a vagrant life was the best.
For I could glide at great heights
To see all the world’s great sights.
Having traveled the world much,
I have learned humans’ social orders.
But in my flight when I looked down,
Invisible were their “national borders.”
As of which country I was in,
I had absolutely no clue.
Because everywhere I flew,
The sky was always as blue.
Even though peoples divided up the land,
Everywhere the rivers still freely spanned.
None of nature’s creations
Heeded the boundaries of nations.
Tired, I descended from my flight
To look for rest for the night.
I landed in Paris, on Notre Dame,
Where I could hear the priest's pray,
And marveled that they sounded the same
As the pilgrims in Mecca in the hot day,
The Indian wise men chanting to the flame,
And the temples in China, where monks stay.
With a sudden inspirational flare,
I understood this common prayer-
“Blessed be mankind’s fraternity.
May men overcome their diversity,
And become free, like birds,
And fly together towards infinity.
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