The Blue Bird

The blue bird breaking brittle bones

of trembling, torrid tree,

treasuring thorns is tricky task.

But seems she's doing it effortlessly.

The wind whacks wings, withering it worst before her eyes

she's losing the hope, its making her cry

but still she's working making a shade,

she doesn't care about herself, the bird is brave.

The closest castle could come by, was the one she was building,

the tempest terrified the tired bird but still stubborn shielding.

But the treasure treasured was so sterling strong,

that she defeated the horrifying storm.

She lost her everything but she saved her loved ones

She saw them last, just one glance..

She lost her feathers she lost her soul

everything around with her was in peace

And that little lifeless was lying there in sunlight all alone.....