The sun setts on this small life. Brilliant you once were now, laying perished on the forest floor. I pray your spirit, one wild and free, will fly through the skies where you will rest in peace. I can't help but feel sad when I see you there, stricken down. You flew through the air only yesterday, but the flame of you life has gone away. I can only dream of how grand you life must have been. Wishing that maybe someday I might also have wings. Sleep now dear bird, I know I'm sounding absurd, praying that this poor feathered creature, might have a brighter future. |
Submission Name: Feathers
