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 © Cecilia Crasto | Year Posted 2018