Lonely Little Bird Poem by Tal Machenry

Let me tell you a cold story
of this lonely little bird
Who flew in skies of gold and glory
Whose song, for miles, would be heard

It fell, a stone, to Earth one day
Found no more strength to fly
It huddled in an alleyway
It waited there to die

By a little girl, it was then found
Who loved it more and more
She helped it learn to leave the ground
And once again, to soar

This story won't bring tears to eyes
As it comes, out of blue
But don't lose sight of golden skies
Because the bird, my dear, is you