He Flew Again

All summer long it sang a song of joy Awaking me with heavenly sounds Onset of winter and it flew to warmer climes With a sad heart I wait for his return The garden is overgrown and deserted Windows shuttered against blustery winds Dead flowers droop from withered bushes Trees are stark and bare of leaves. Come summer and I found him Lying under a tree with a broken wing Sad hopeless eyes staring at the sky My tears fell on his fragile wing Feathered friends surrounded us They sang uplifting songs to him I kissed his beak and placed him in a cage Praying he would fly again to lofty heights. One day at the dawning of the light I heard melodious sounds and set him free Endearingly he waved his mended wing Before disappearing into the clouds He will return and sing pretty songs for me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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