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.