Pticho (For P.)

God was sad

that early morning,

His tears falling

with the rain.

The grass, the trees,

the yellow flowers,

were feeling glad

to be so wet.

Remember

we were having coffee,

when both of us,

we saw the bird?

You said to me

“We have to save it!”,

and I agreed –

we've saved it’s life…

For many years

a little spirit

was watching over –

at me and you.

In rainy days,

when God was weeping,

it made us smile –

remember Him…