Tiny Bird

Inspired by a show called Black Rock Shooter that I watched recently. Anything that can be claimed as copyright is not mine. You guys understand.

The tiny bird flys through a blue sky,
It's innocent soul reflecting,
In the blue sea below.

It soars through many worlds,
Ones of orange, purple, blue,
Gathering their rich colours together.

It connects with these other souls,
Helping them carry,
Their heavy burdens.

This tiny birds wings,
Once pure white,
Blacken to ash.

It has taken too much,
And so it begins to fall,
To the cold earth below.

The tiny bird lies alone,
Left to die,
But it will not.

For it has seen the bright colours,
Of the many connected souls,
The ones that wish to live.

It is that wish that draws the tiny black bird,
Back into the coloured sky.

Reviews

[Another Poet]

This poem has light and dark in it. I like that, it brings hope and also strength to go on with life. We all have hope that one day we could fly to a new place, where there's no pain.

[Saumya]

this is sooooooooooooooooo sweeet !!!!!!!!!!!!! more than i could ever have imagined about a birds life!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Eryn ♪]

Thank you

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

this is really beautiful, ginge. well done :D