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...
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