Here is another one. For another lesson, this one is a poem based on my interpretation of the message conveyed in the song, "Ang Pipit" by Levi Celerio.
I call it:
Lost Music
In this world
Pipits embrace their freedom
Dancing up above
Where the skies are clear
And the sun is bright
Their trills resonating in their throats
Applauding their life
But one by one
The songbirds began to fall
Captured by human hands
Feathers pulled and plucked
Now they lay silent
On a bed of false grass
Watching the glow of the sun
From behind their gilded cage
Music now dead in their hearts















