A beautiful bird came and sat on my ledge,
She peered into me and said, “Today, I make a pledge”

She swirled and she twirled flirtatiously,
As if to scream at me voraciously.

Be enthralled by her beauty,
Thrust into oblivion.

Behold this wondrous nature,
this splendid pavilion.

As if to question …
When I exist, how can anyone be poor?
It was only then that I felt my self soar.