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.