There was a lonely bird.

His feathers faded from blue to black.

He wanted love but love was out of his grasp.

He perched himself up in a tall, tall tree to look at everything he could have.

It overwhelmed him so much that he fell out of the tree, forgot how to fly, and crashed.

His wings were broken.

He had lost his way home.

Then a miracle happened.

An eagle came and swooped him up,

and carried him back to the top.

The mighty bird sat with him and helped make sure he wouldn’t fall off.

The young bird saw all he could have but chose to stay with the wise old eagle.

There was a lonely, little bird who eventually found love.

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I wrote this poem a little over a year ago. It’s amazing to see where I was at then compared to now. I was that lonely, little bird, and now I have found love!