Feather's of a bird

It's metaphorical poem for the dreamers like us

A Young bird always dreams of flying high,

When it finally soars into the sky, high;

Its feathers stop by its side to stay up behind,

To watch their owner collide with the ground

While they descend like small bits of hope

To take it back, back into the clouds.

But the bird without feathers have fallen;

The dreams of the young with it has fallen;

Just the remains lay peacefully on the ground,

Sleeping soundly�" after seeing the world so close. 

There was a bird that flew so high

It's feathers which once held tight now hold again,

To escort the child of the sky back to home.

And the pieces of mirror lie on the ground

To carry those dreams along the clouds above.