Bluebird
Waltzing causally along the garden path and deep in my personal thought
Aromas of the jasmine flowers amidst the air enticing my senses as I explore
An iridescent tinge of blue steals my eye in the sun of something distraught
Wings flail and fluster, sounds chirrup and squeak of something cold and sore
I quicken my step and there before me a frightened bluebird upon the ground
Brushing off greedy ants that cover the bluebird’s tiny body I see his broken wing
Feathers that were a beautiful blue now coated and matted in blood all around
My heart breaks at his helplessness and cup him softly in my hand dear little thing
I hold him closely to my heart nestled warmly within my palm and homeward we stroll
I lovingly bandage his broken wing and wash the blood off his body so he can shimmer
Hoping that all of my tender loving care will be enough to heal the wounds of his soul
Over time he becomes a bluebird of happiness, he sings sweetly, his feathers glimmer
Yet still he refuses to fly, even try no matter how devotedly and passionately I persuade
He just sits upon the branch looking at me for guidance and support I am all that he needs
I’m delighted to feel needed, that I can care for him, heal him, cure him, help and be an aid
He was helpless, powerless and vulnerable upon the earth and I saved him with my deeds
Time passes by and memories we shared, we were happy living life with beautiful content
Life seemed perfect in every possible way and yet still he refused to fly and I grew weary
Tired of always being there, always the one to catch him when he falls, my love did relent
He stopped singing his sweet song, his feathers dimmed, he became saddened and teary
Looking toward the sky he bows his head, he knows he can’t fly; he can never be free above
Some wounds will never heal and all I ever wanted was to see him fly free in the sky so blue
I wish that I could have healed him by tenderly and affectionately wrapping him with my love
I have to let him go on his own so my bluebird can try and mend his wing and pull through
But you weren’t a bluebird
You were the love of my life

Very nice.....

That's some serious writing!

Thanks guys

Speechless . . . very nice

Thank you so much, its my favorite piece of written work so far