Mert Özbek
Inspired by
What he couldn’t reach, what he couldn’t touch,
In search of meaning,
Man found remedy
By searching for purpose
In those flying birds.
While man was crawling,
On the bare ground,
The bird was gliding
In the arms of the sky,
Like the morning glow of the celestial dome.
Man saw and stared in awe.
The lead chorus of nature’s oratorio,
Man heard and listened in awe.
If they can be seen, heard and desired,
Lands away,
Was it this allure
That made it prey to man?
Flying as far as it can,
Possessing a desire of freedom.
A symbol of grace.
Would the dove with a branch bring war over peace?
It is dignified too.
The owl stands still and
Man chose it as the wisest of them.
It also frightens.
The unguessable crow
Dark and wet
Has been chosen as the bird of death.
The more diverse, the more meaning, emotion, and story fell upon the bird.
Storks deliver babies,
The Phoenix has re-risen from its ashes,
Every man told a story,
Meaning upon meaning,
Story upon story.
All these stories were created by man.
Wisdom, grace, gloom…
All these are devoted to them.