The Snow Bird
Within the dense pale forest,
with its branches straining
from a blanket of virgin white snow,
a tree stands precariously alone.
Within this harsh dead of winter
comes the deafening cry of new life,
as a tiny young bird beckons
for the sounds of its own.
It is but an ivory shadow
amongst the pearl covering,
wallowing against the winter winds,
balancing ever so gently upon its perch.
May this semblance of God’s tiniest creature,
with it’s undying will to endure,
help find deep within you
the strength for which we all search.
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