the Bird and the Butterfly~
The ever-persistant, fluttering bird hovered down to sing to her,
not knowning what was to transpire, he might've sang another day.
So it now betold that on this particular moment, his only doing
was trying to comfort her in the presence of her skies turned grey.
A tale betold of one honest bird
and butterfly whom he admired.
Great curiousity for her splendid wings
little bird sought and so desired.
It was in this winter evening the early
bird fled to catch his favorite worm.
So it betold his curious nature and
admiration became reason to mourn.
For her delicate wings sailed forever
across the sky who wakes heavenly
mountains. Wings emerge with vivid colors
of a thousand desert regions bleeding holy
vice for her to bathe as do tumbleweeds run
away from disgrief. Ave Maria was sung to her
merit and brought comfort to the air as it
inspired and the unrivaled spirit of her reflection.
Her essence seemed so great that it inspired
the young bird to fly close to her, by her side.
And so he did for many months had passed
and his and her wings felt secure and unified.
She was embellished with the finest flowers
residing on the little birds nest, upon towering
tree tops in the highest mountains by the great
falling waters -showcasing earth at her very best.
"Such a beautiful voice that comes from thee..."
she spoke once or twice to he. " You are feather
as I am too brittle, so I must confine our distance
on this branch for this reason I leave unhithered.
"Don't go my beautiful creature, I live once and
once alone and you are worth my song and respect."
Speaks the silent bird, "Let it be known, that all of
this place has no beauty without you in retrospect."
But fate had its way when the virtuously perfect
creature's wings were torn by the fatal adoration
of the bird whose only intention was to hold on to her
luminous flight, thus destroyed by his admiration.
The dark clouds roared in outrage and the heavens bolts
struck upon them. The tiny bird, lost unsightly essence
of his butterfly within the debris. Thus to the end, he seeks
ways to amend torn wings in hopes of finding credence.