Of Words and Birds
A beautiful flower of which many may not touch/
of which one must grow and cherish/
that though the radiance which all saw was once so bright/
yet became brighter on this very night/
no more shall this flower be in disguise/
as so it has been seen through this once and forevermore in one's eyes/
The sweetest smelling flower is the shyest and the happiest/
secrets held by such a flower are hidden with the greatest care/
words of wisdom trace up her petals/
words of thought and care trace up the delicate stems and to the tip of the leaf/
A flower of the mind she is/ giving a reflection of her beauty to all those around her/
a sunlit creature as delicate as the words which make her up/
while strong as the words which bind her armour/