Silent Bird

The king of birds, ~a quiet one was once upon a time The lord of coldest love! No bird could leave the flower land to make him feel more warm. But what would hurt the kingdom most The king had not a voice? -No other birds, should ever sing If muted was the king! ! For king of birds no beauty searched. Love, he had none to share. One day too tired, quit to play such imposed hatred game. Gave up the throne and threw away his honorific name. Deepen in peace, he flew to live by dark, inside a cave. The kingdom now is full of love All birds, love, freely play. A ranger, far into the woods heavenly voice heard yesterday: - Sad beautiful sounds, oh mine! Where do those coming from! A lonely bird would sing in spring, of how with sadness filled. For being cold and mute and crude to ones he once had ruled. The ranger dared a glimpse and saw The feathers of a king! A heart, was broken on the spot And man, no more could sing.