The Lone Blue Bird

 The Lone Blue Bird

 

Clear blue sky

Tall great trees

A few full of yellow blossoms

The leaves moving

To the rhythm of the breeze

A lone bird high in the branches

The forest is as quiet as night

The bird hops from one branch to another

Looking for company

It gazes over the horizon

Not to find a soul

Looks like she’s an alien

At her own home

Can time change things

Well we never know

But for now

It’s the lone blue bird

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