My love, my blue bird flying above me
Constantly dipping and rising in the air
only making me wish that I were there
But I’m here at a distance
while you fly there
and sometimes near

My love, my red bird only a touch away
What delight it brings me that you’re near
Im grateful you aren’t anywhere but here
What beauty to view you so close
in this natural serenity
Any other an obscenity

My love, my black bird trapped in a cage
What pleasure comes from this sight?
Anytime man controls beauty with his might
What is beauty behind bars
when my love has no will
Her innocence for man’s lust to kill

My love, my white bird, my dead bird
It is no longer a pleasure to view you
As other men have used force and consumed you
What makes us think we control the world
When it only bring suffering and death served cold
My love, my free bird
Fly anywhere you’d like
So your song may be heard

This poem was written/submitted by Tyler Powell.