A small red bird <br />chirps again and again <br />in a green pine <br />by my side. <br />I wonder, <br />does he speak to me <br />in those colorful accents? <br />Or does he only talk <br />to the Maker <br />in a divine language <br />lost to us <br />since we lost paradise?<br /><br />Daniel Brick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/etude-4/
