"Poem to CONDOR."

"Poem to CONDOR."

The condor passes, it leaves its marks and path

On the surface of the Earth and up on high.

BIRDS ARE SYMBOLS OF FREEDOM.

The tempest roars under its wings,

The mountains roll the mist gazing upon its flight.

The earnest expression of commitment

Is their loyalty to the same mate for life.

The condor passes. Birds are symbols of freedom.

The flute begins to play as its bosom fly,

While its eyes are watching the offspring

Carefully placed on a hidden nest

Up on a high hill, where the wind sings.

THE ANDES MOUNTAINS:

They draw high dreams upon the clouds,

They are giant silhouettes drifting away up on high,

The home and spirit of ancient civilizations,

The whispers of rhyming whistles,

The realizations of silent sounds,

To condors, they are still giving shelter.

No longer chain of mountains -on this Earth- is found.

The condor passes through the storms;

The view basks under its wings.

These giant birds will glide ´till the end,

When there won´t be any more springs.

These rare giant figures crossing the blue sky

Are flushing their wings like a thunder

On the summit up on high.

They watch and live their lives ´till the end,

They are the riders in the air up on the sky.

The condor passes nowadays.

Soon, they will travel no more,

For they are endangered rare species

In a way to extinction.

Lord, reach me out there, listen to my prayers!

Don´t let them be sent to oblivion!

When condor passes, the sky roars a thunder,

Mountains stand tall and brave.

Rocks feel the impact of its wondrous pass,

Although they´re standing still and safe.

BIRDS ARE SYMBOLS OF FREEDOM.

Glowworms only guard their sleep

As mother nature claims its feast.

The great condor passes with its majestic nature.

Birds are symbols of freedom.

Let me soar on freedom´s wings!

So, the true message to the world, I´ll bring...

My deep heart over the condor will happily sing.

The requiem begins... Time is running short,

And when roaming is finished

Then, time strikes and says no more.

So, condor´s life exhales and it´s over...

The epitaph is signed with the rain,

For the last flights haven´t been in vain.

The condor´s lonely body lay on the ground.

The weeping mountain shed a tear,

For that falling CONDOR, who -to earth- was bound.

I shall always remember SYMBOLS OF FREEDOM.

Author: Starry Dawn.