The Flight of the Dove

The dove takes flight and soars

Soars above the never ending skies

Above it the beautiful heaven 

And underneath the mortal world lies

The dove flies spreading its wings

It opens its beak and beautifully begins to call and sing.

To sing a melancholic tune.

The dove had no intention to rest soon

It flies forward not looking back at all

For many far away awaiting for long its call.

Amidst the whitest clouds which separated and merged.

The dove sometimes got camouflaged.

It made its presence known 

By singing the tune which was quiet and lone.

The shadow of peace of the dove 

Falls on those who need care and love

It flew and flew and in its swiftness.

One of the feathers fell in the white darkness.

The feather white and unstreaked fell on the land below.

'Someone someday will pick it up.'

The dove believed so

Redi,

21.09.2020