An Avian Abecedarian

An extremely lost Bird flies high up in the Clouds, flies in a Daze, but Eager to be Found again. Golden feathers top its Head, with golden plumage flowing like Ichor down its body, but its missing its Joie de vivre*. The bird wants to Kick back at Life for being so Melancholic, for Not caring at all. It feels as if Life is Over, feels as if there is no Possible reason to keep flying. It is certainly Quick to come up with this Reason of life, so it sadly Surrenders and falls To earth. The bird knew, it was most Unlikely that Death would Vanish, that someone Would save it. Its life would be completely X-ed out, and the long Years would pass on without it. The bird's life seem to have Zero effect on this world, this Time. Suffice it to say, the bird was wrong. The bird gave up Thinking there was no alternative. There always is. Everyone deserves to be Alive, and not Falling to the deaths, thinking There is no hope for them. *Joie de vivre: Love of Life