by In All Our Years
I watched a bird fly today.
Lifting from the earth, with some waver at first,
and then engaged, fully into ease of flight.
Up, up and higher still, a branch reached out,
welcoming the small bird,
into and onto the waiting tree.
The bird did not boast,
nor look away,
but simply sat and thought.
Oh what a wonderful day-
I looked up at the bird.
The bird looked down at me.
Why I asked, why is it a wonderful day?
Only you may know, for soon I must go.
We thought together then- and soon-
The bird stepped from the branch,
the earth lending a hand,
down, down and lower still,
then swoosh and away,
the bird flew into and after all,