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 await 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