Where Does the Blue-Green Bird Go?

On a scarlet evening,

When the bloody sun cries,

Where does it go,

The blue-green bird that flies

All morning since dawn?

At the end of day,

When the darkness visits your grave,

Where does it go,

The blue-green bird so rave

All morning since dawn?

When the night wind blows

And brings you a wreath of leaves,

Where does it go,

The blue-green bird that weaves

A nest, a life

All morning since dawn?

Copyright by Delilah Das