A bird with no feathers

A bird with no feathers who could not hold himself together. But flies on his own as he soars through mountains and you see his shadows through clouds. Majestic he is as his heart is pure and gold. Cautious in isolation he kept his faith in open spaces. Exaggeration as he holds his hope with faces. Holding on to desire his thinking has ignited. Brave and bold as he speaks to his home. Words chosen have let others hearts frozen. Guiding the ones he loves into the light way. A wing has ascended as the world expands around him. This does not frighten him it only astounds him. Let it surround him. His journey has no end tree bark to bend at the end he knows what to mend. The bird with no feathers has his life together.