Amna Ameer Abbasi
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.