Bluebird

A bird Such a simple concept yet, no ordinary bird She flies with such grace and beauty Above and beyond Through the trees into the blazing sun Yet unnoticed she will be Unlike all others she flies North Alone she travels accompanied by her fellow companions Silently the soar along their sole path. Wise beyond belief she is, but this she does not know Wherever she goes she is shrouded in a veil, A veil of her own doubt, full of suspense it hides the true identity of her soul The pureness of her heart She glides on motivated. She will be one of the few who makes it, Shooting down the tunnel She is finally on her way to where she is going, Where? Who knows?... Perhaps... Up?...