A Song for the Unsung
written by: Sobi Wilson
I woke to a chorus that filled the air
A song that every bird seemed to share.
My eyelids still too heavy and tight,
in futile defense of my sleep’s broken rights.
I pushed them hard, to brave even a blink,
And there it came so purple and pink.
I stretched my wings and raised my beak,
Above the nest, I dared a peek.
My eyes grew wide at the wondrous sight
Of trees all draped in colours so bright.
Pausing her song, my mother chirped
O come, little one, let’s sing for spring
I flapped my wings in awe and glee,
With my mother, still watching me.
Then I saw the branches drifting down,
And flowers brushed me like a crown.
My nest had faded in the ocean pink,
And far away, a flower seemed to wink.
Lovely were those blankets, soft and new,
I wonder who did sew them through.
I sank upon them as my wings complained,
Sipped a few from their colourful pots.
I sang for them till the sun in sight
And at times through the starry nights.
And one day I saw them fly on unseen wings,
in love with the winds in gentle swings.
The sun too lost its colourful rays
all our songs withered, without a trace.
In silence so deep, and aimless gaze
I heard a tiny branch, crackling in haze.
The tiny twig danced in gentle breeze
guiding me on, with a silent ease
Far off I saw a shadow so tall,
That split the sun in pieces small.
And there I saw a broken nest
Cradled deep in that branch’s chest.
At once, I rushed with a trembling heart
perched on the branch where my shell did part
Where the buds lie hid, awaiting showers,
And birds return, brushing their feathers.
Mighty they stand, yet gentle too,
From deep within, they always rise anew.
Then I stretched my wings, and filled my lungs
singing aloud, a song for the unsung ones!
- A Song for the Unsung - May 20, 2026
