Two Birds

The canvas of two birds One large and one small; Two birds of differing type Together, yet separated in spirit, Of one, yet apart. Age is no barrier but in the eyes of one Yet younger seems older through common deception. Love resident with misunderstanding Yet love to its fullness resides. Beauty excels with colors evident But life from within will surface To enhance the colors which be. The weather, by force, both gentle and strong Cries for truth to be shown As the wind of adversity is the teacher of change. Strange movements be the persuasion of the Painter's colors; Colors of unknown origin. The brush enters beneath the surface To paint the heart which longs for life. When the winds finally bring the colors from afar And the canvas shows the nature complete, With a smile, the breath of the Painter Lifts the birds of beauty from death to life.