Snowbird

A Beautiful Bird Of The Snow

Pressing my nose against the frosty windowpane,
I saw a bird sitting so still as if carved from the frozen snow
and blasted in from the cold arctic chill.
Beautiful bird of the snow, where did you come from
and where will you go?
I longed so hopelessly to reach out,
and warm it in the palms of my hands.
Instead, all I could do was to stare
and long to free this magnificent creature
from its state of seeming boundless woe.
My heart quietly shouted a silent prayer
for this tenuous creature of the air
to just soar away and be free, from
its apparent pain and agony of captivity.
Mesmerized by its exquisite grace,
I continued to stand there and glare helplessly at
its captivating beauty and dignity beyond compare.
As I continued to spy from behind the curtain's lace,
I saw its wings spread and it began to take flight.
As it slowly vanished from my sight, my lips parted in awe.
I whispered softly as it loudly cawed, while you soar above
the world so high, sing a sweet melody, that will lift hearts
and fill the world with a bright and triumphant tomorrow
for peace, love, and happiness.