Young Bird
Once, there was a mountain
On the mountain's top
On the highest tree
Lays a bird in her nest
She does nothing
Only twittering
calling her soft fledgling
He is sleeping
The slumber of those who will never wake up to see daylight
Oh young bird
What have you done?
Oh young bird
Why are you gone?
Mother bird accept
Her young chick's fate
As she spread her wings
And fly away
Leaving A small body behind
Her featherd wings are full of colors and grace
And as the red reaches the black
A single Feather,grey, falls away
It falls slowly, without a sound
And as the feather touches the ground
It disapears
For its as grey as the cold concrete it fell on
Oh young bird
What have you done?
Oh young bird
Why are you gone?




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