Little Flier

I was called one day

To join with another on a journey.

We descended into the great wood vessel

And waited.

After long length a pitter patter began

Then it became a torrent,

Soon after our vessel lifted

Swaying and shifting on ever moving ground.

One day passed

Then two, then three

More and more till I was set free.

Free from the never ending noise of deluge,

Free from the confines of our ark.

I flew away but found nowhere to rest

And returned to the craft where I’d been called.

Again I left and flew around

No place to stop that I could see

Once more I was released

This time out into a soft spring breeze.

I soared and roamed until I found it.

A branch of green on a large island.

I brought it back to a man on board

My friend came with me

To find a place

For a little flier to join our race

A streak of color filled the sky

Promising to never again have a plethora of water

Cover the land and take our lives.