If We Stop To See

As the dew silkens the quiet grasses And the gentle breeze slowly looms through the woods A dark bird flitters to life from a lone branch Its eyes a glossy black reflecting a round horizon The nippy clicks of it golden beak silence the chirping bugs Warm currents billow through the breeze As the sun slowly creeps from the black And the sky colors itself with hues of reds and blues The bird shakes its wings and seems to dance While he tests the strength of the branch A few strokes through the air And his golden claws let go He is off soaring high into the sky Until he is nothing more than a dark speck That vanishes in the unreaching distance