Alesia Leach Poet Rhyme

The White Bird

In realms of white, where snowy wings reside, 
A creature pure, heaven's gift, gently glides. 
Upon the weary world, its peace it sows, 
With every gentle coo, soft hope it bestows.

A feathered sun, that in moonlight gleams, 
It perches on the stream where reality dreams. 
An emblem of tranquility, no sin could taint, 
The white bird's grace, our faith anoint.

A song so light, a burden it lifts, 
A simple tune that drifts and shifts. 
With whispered hopes, the message spreads, 
Of innocence untouched, that fragile thread.

In shadows deep, it casts a soothing light, 
Like a beacon burning, pure and bright. 
And soaring high, its wings beat soft and slow, 
Promising hope, in whispers low.

Through chaos reigns, the world in strife, 
The white bird flutters, giving us new life. 
Its simple presence, a promise it shows, 
That hope shall emerge, it only grows.

So, when the dark descends upon our soul, 
Let's find our strength, be brave and bold. 
For we have this image, pure and bright, 
The white bird's tale, a guiding light.

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