I am a bird
The forest was my home
It brought me peace, nourishment and a place to rest
My wings.
Forever aching from the long days search for this place to reappear
Out of the darkness - clung to the stale air like a sleeping bat
Swaying with the draft, along side the others
Waiting.
But my tired wings, they tremor while I sleep
They feel things I cannot think
The flight of my dreams is shouting to my soul
Defeating my fatigue with electric charge
With the warm breeze - my eyes open to see
This place is real
My wings brought me here
I am a bird.
The wind is my home
My talons cling to this dying branch
The sweet smell of the North bids me farewell
I embrace the current, my wings stretched as far as they can reach
And the wind frees my spirit once again
I glide up and far away from the last moment
I am a bird, I am home.
LH
