There once was a bird
Who sat, straight and tall
Telling stories she’d heard
To no one at all.
She’d sing and she’d shout
For her friends from afar
But none were about
So she shouted no more
She’d heard tales of fair maidens
And stories of gods
There were whispers on the winds
Of men who beat the odds
She longed to be one
So she jumped in the air
And she flew towards the sun
But only made it
Half
way
there.
For she flew on wings of despair.
