The soaring bird

 

 

Credits: What  a tree is to a bird by Arbor Day Foundation | August 13, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She was lost in his world, 

found hope in his words 

and solace in his existence.

 

He knew she was broken 

but he felt a part of those peices 

and stuck around so she could be complete.

 

She fit perfectly 

because she never had to try, 

that was her place since time.

 

He knew this 

but kept his word for she was a bird 

and so he let her spread her wings into the skies.

 

She flew into seasons, 

but every other summer 

when the trees had blossomed she was back.

 

He would still be there, 

standing strong, deeply rooted 

with new leaves and he let her perch.

 

This was home for her, 

she knew it from the bottom of her heart 

but she loved the skies.

 

He never stopped her 

but enjoyed the little moments 

of her breathing from the tree branches.

 

She was never ready for the truth 

or willing to hear it 

because it would break her to pieces.

 

He promised to help her keep going, 

that in good time the truth would hurt less

and he was always right.

 

One summer

she perched her wings on his branches 

and sat through all the other seasons.

 

He was with her through the ices,

the heavy winds and waited 

till she would be better to fly again.

 

But she stayed, he stayed 

and walked his fingers through every crack 

and fillled it with tiny bits of himself.

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It was not perfect but different, 

a different that made her never leave

and him happy that he waited.