The Song Bird
The Song Bird Appears
Singing her sweet morning song
Waiting for the sun to show his brilliant face
As she secretly Longs to spread her wings.
Today is the day
That she Presents to the world
Her bright feathers of deep blues and royal purples
But she is just disappointed
By the higher power's punishment
Of rain and darkness
And yet,
She Stays naive
And optimistically hopes for a brighter tomorrow
Only for the Hurt to reciprocate
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