The Oracle

The Oracle

Amna Ameer Abbasi

BS English


A bird sits on a Sakura,

A bird sits on the Great Oak.

Singing sweet songs of war to those

Who, from the slumber awoke?


A bird flies off the Sakura,

A bird flies off the Great Oak.

‘Tis a wasteland, with diminished flora

Alas! A nest has fallen, a tragedy begun.


A bird of the Sakura lives on,

A bird of the Oak lives on.

Aged feathers and broken beaks,

Rhythmic hearts and flying peaks.


Rosy buds are now budding,

A seedling might become great again.

A bird is now singing a sweet song,

For if you listen close, it is the nature song.