Last updated on October 27, 2021
Ten years I’ve lived in this house of mine,
Annually watching the cold decline,
Observing spring’s pervading green,
And meeting again a bird benign.
It sings so soft a song serene,
On a branch high up, unseen.
I listen closely in my yard,
Until it lands ten feet between.
Although I am a peaceful bard,
It stares at me with keen eyes, hard.
It hops and pecks across the grass,
With peaceful calm and no regard.
As seasons step, its actions amass
A truth transparent, clear as glass.
All things will come and pass,
All things will come and pass.
This was excellently interpreted, I can feel myself in a room in the house just watching as time and scenarios passed me by. As seasons change in our lives so do we, and their stain stays with us.