WILD JUNGLE BIRD WITH ONLY ONE SONG

At first I merely saw the blooms 
Butterflies sitting on soft petals
Green leaves hidden behind the flowers
They were the real shy ones
In their green palms, I saw 
tender venous branches 
etching of life lines 
Dry leaves decorating the soft ground
Carrying human footprints
Yellowing decayed leaves
adding manure  
A solemn pond reflecting 
a melancholic sky 
Burnt ashes of firewood 
mementoes of shared human warmth
Barbed wires at the edges
Creeping with navy blue flowers
One wild jungle bird 
perched on the watered tree branch 
among the green foliage 
singing a monotonous song 
in a stubborn voice.....