you sit strong in wintertime
the winds blow
your feathers are ruffled
and still
there you are
full of life
and sweetness
you saw little of goodness
when you were chased
and then abandoned
your wings a little damaged
but look at you now!
healing
and observing
the sun through the clouds
even the breeze
feels like applause
and it is!
so, lift your head towards the sky
and when the time is right
lift your wings
and take flight!
those same strong winds
will only lift you high
and that, dear one
is right where you belong
-les'nspired
