She Flew

 

The bird, she stood, she would, today

Feel the wind, hold her high

Unknown, but shown. Alone, her time

Wings so new, breeze so light

 

The bird, the bird, the bird, she flew

That’s what she was born to do

The lift, adrift, the bliss she knew

That’s what she was born to do

 

Her song was strong. Belong, she called 

A circle deep, answered true

Waft aloft, a soft return

Gifts of life, palest blue

 

The bird, the bird, the bird, she flew

That’s what she was made to do

Soar, explore, adore her brood

That’s what she was made to do

 

Forlorn, on storms and borne away  

Willows bend and thrash the ground

Rays through haze, ablaze, the clouds

A whispered song, feathers found

 

The bird, the bird, the bird she flew

That’s what she was meant to do

A wren again to mend, renewed

That’s what she was meant to do

 

The bird, the bird, the bird, she flies

Underbrush, sycamore high

The bird, the bird, the bird, she flies

Dawn and dusk, wind and sky

 

– Laura Crouch