Shallow darkness below is filled with a million glittering stars.
Just beneath a triangle of treaded toes lay the foundation of a lively universe.
Upon silver wings, water glistens, each drop holding a wish.
A memory.
A bit of hope.
An angry shout of branching light brightens up the distant grey bellows of misty shrouds.
All that had been a burden returns once more to simply weigh on the once enlightened minds inhabiting the cold metal bird.
Though exhilarated by a new adventure, danger ensues, intensifying with each passing moment.
All together, the birth of a single grave idea engulfs each heart in a raging silver flame.
Through sharp needles of icy water, angry screams of electric stakes, and over hard, unforgiving juts of jagged rock and geometric patches of living earth, a collective mind is rocked about in whipping, senseless breaths of air.
Mother of nature throws its fit, slapping the poor sheet of metal feathers from side to side as it presses further on in hopes of safe passage through the atmosphere.
A beauty surfaces from the ink of night, the deep etch of fear. A single glimmer.
To a single earthbound kin, the metal bird is a glittering star shooting through the night.
Metal wings, though filled with uneasy hearts, become a childish wish.
A hope.
A dream.
Safety envelopes each individual soul as the aluminium budgie's three rubber feet scrape the ground.
An adventure of which could not have been overcome had it not been for the whimsical mumblings of a son or daughter.
In the shadows, sparkling, starry lights make themselves clear once more and the cycle begins anew.
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PoetryEach means something Something incredible A personal experience A small story encasing a deep meaning Read each with a mindful eye In doing so, you may feel what I do I may feel what you do So take your time and hold each word close For each means s...
