Perhaps to Find It's Way

by Shevani
(Leguan )

A bird has wandered,
Perhaps to find its way
Another has left, and one more is on the way
But the bird is anticipating the tree in sight
“oh what a nice place, I think ill spend the night”
That night became a while and the Bird felt comfortable
Curiosity and talent were forgotten and the star that guided the voyage unseen
Its flickering light, hidden by the vanity of what is, and what has been
The rain began to pour,
And the bird began to mourn,
The tree is dead, it will shelter no more
A moment is remembered and a thought is surrendered,
The wings may fly, but the feathers are now numbered
To fear the parting clouds is a chasing after the wind
To exhale in triumph is to forget the world of sin