of the Bird
A drop of
water falls and echoes as the ripple fade off into the
is sometimes solice is a lonely place to be.
continue to flow out trying to touch something.
for then they
A hollow tree
can not carry the weight it cracks and falls to the
as a pile of
A bird has lost its voice, and the harder
it tries to get it back, the
harder it becomes to sing.
It thought that it could feel the sun again,
but all it can do is burrow
itself in to the ground like a
Its so unlike
now, but the bird still tries to flap his wings.
Like tears of
the harder the bird flaps,
the more feathers
And some days the
bird can fly higher than others, and the others
it falls to the
Some times the tiered broken bird takes
to get up from some falls more than others.
But it always tries, even if it looks in
knows that it can no longer wait for the sun to peer though the
the bird must fly and sore above the dark clouds if it is ever
its beautiful song to the sun again.