🕊️ Innocent Bird



A bird chirping on the ground — mesmerizing all aloud
She can’t fly, not anymore… but why? Why, o why?
Her wings lay crushed, left her soul in tears.
Singing alone, still beautiful — yet pain lingers in her voice.
But never again shall thee fear those beasts.
She shall rise from the desert, past the hill,
No coward bird now — she is eagle, risen to heaven.
An eagle divine, like phoenix, rose from her own ashes.