Final Flight

On a regular Sunday In a glorious atmosphere I passed the time day dreaming and taking in my surroundings A slight breeze crossed my path and as I looked up I saw a most beautiful Bluebird soaring above almost dancing with the wind The many trees were filled with birds singing and playing amongst the branches Suddenly without a sound or explanation the Bluebird stopped in mid air and fell to the ground Astounded by what I witnessed my heart skipped a beat. In all my life I never thought to see mortality before my eyes Full of sorrow I picked up the little bird and as I felt the last bit of warmth leave his body a great tranquility came over me It was as if some part of my life had been completed and it was a feeling of finality but somehow I understood I laid him there under the Great Oak tree and as I pass by from time to time, I think about him and how fragile yet endearing all our lives are I find great comfort in knowing that at some point in my own life my final existence will also be held in the palm of someones hand...