A soft melody came to me,
It made me understand
that I cannot have it all and it set me free

The essence of life is a wind that becomes a breeze,
a rain that turns a seed to wheat,
the sun blessing us with its heat

The bird in the tree, that gave me the melody,
didn't understand what it meant to me
She just left and continued to play
A tear from my eye fell down my cheek as I watched the little girl fly away
© Pretty Poet