Wings

The bird with its blue wings,
Flaps wildly on its broken song.
A note rings out,
and the note falls down.
The bird smiles,
As it floats upside down.
When it rights itself,
The sadness returns on back.
And the bird crashes to the earth.

The bird crawls upon the earth,
trying as it can to maneuver home.
Finding itself alone,
It cries for some hope of redemption.
But alone it stays,
Shamed for the shames of it faults.
It moves on through the brush,
As predators come upon it from the dusk.
And devour it with brutality.

And in the heavens the birds soul goes,
As it flies rightly,
In a justified light.