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And She Sings

For Emily, gone much too soon

There was a little bird,  of an ordinary kind
Neither special  or flashy, she didn't seem to mind
Didn't heed the cries of others, she had beautiful treasures to find
She never graced a gilded cage, she hadn't needed taming
Just a breath of acceptance, at ease with freedom since her naming
While some scoffed as rules she scorned, 
still others thought she needed harsher words

Until she began to sing, 
witness the heavenly sound
As forest hushed and trees boughed down
Feather and fur lifted as it rose and turned
A simple symphony never before heard.

In her song she can be anywhere, 
inside you heart or the clear blue sky
On dancing waves, or in a newborn's cry
Echoing off the mountain tops,
 Clouds part, and time just stops.

And she sings...
For the memories she won't be a part
Sending gentle reminders to be kind
Love each other, forgive the rest
A melody that won't be repressed
At early dawn or twilight fade
We will hear her sing from the nest she made.

And she sings...
Of sadness, loss, and darker days, 
Of moving on and rainbow rays
Of grief, and heartache, and learning to fall
She sings of love, and life, and standing tall.

And she sings...
Lifting her golden wings, takes off for the sky
And still, we hear her, as she sings to us goodbye.

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