you fly low in mediation to me' but highly recognizable <br />and though energetically born' still i see you shamble <br />like a king of rings to jump i need you to pull <br />yet greatly i bring a fall and sing fool <br />leisure triumph everyday morning is your lute voice <br />and your shadow interests in shock of pumice <br />wake me up with hypnotising sound of jazzy june <br />but then sakes me with your mesmerized sleady soar <br />i frankly command, you commence my bird <br />your wings provide serenety to my dignity <br />and rings vigorously to my mutiny <br />fly not higher than the skies <br />but walk beyond skies without lies <br />be the messenger and declare me the massage<br /><br />Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-bird-4/
