A Bird's Flight

This is a longer poem about the pain of loss and the brightness of a new hope.

A Bird’s Flight

She flew through the sky, as free as the breeze,
Her strong wings carrying her wherever she pleased,
Soaring through the sky, the earth stretched out below,
Each creature a speck on a never ending globe.

She landed high above, in a tree brushing the sky,
And stretched out her wings as she felt her heart fly,
Nature seemed to beckon, and the earth started to sing,
Promising adventure and the wind under her wing.

She leapt off the branch, her mind whirring ahead,
Already forgetting her home and her warm, safe bed,
But she never expected the danger to come,
As she soured through the clouds of a sky up above.

They took her, they caged her, they clipped her wings,
All that they left her was her voice to sing,
And she sang sadly through the night and through the morn,
While her captors listened and heard without scorn.

The giants filled past and looked at her in awe,
Thinking her beautiful, though it was just the outside they saw,
For on the inside and wept, and beat against her cage,
Not seeing the person who sensed her rage.

It was a cold, empty day with a sun that was bleak,
And through her cage a captor did sneak,
He took her outside and set her down on the ground,
Compassion in his eyes and a faint smile on his mouth.

He left without instruction, he left without good-bye,
The bird walked stunned across the ground as she asked how she could fly,
She flapped her wings and she stomped her feet, screaming angrily across the sky,
Knowing she could never fly again, no more soaring in the sky.

But as she looked around, her spirit down, she noticed something different.
The trees were bigger, the grass was greener, and life seemed all around.
Hey eyes wide with surprise she saw the world from the top of a mound,
And realized just how much she had missed from the perch above the ground.

To this day she wanders across the world,
Exploring each moment as it is unfurled,
Never completely forgetting her life in the sky,
But content that she had found a new way to fly. 

Author's Note

I wrote this a while ago, so you have my apologizes for any misspellings or grammar mistakes.

Reviews

[Different Wings]

I like it!
I especially like the idea; I think you could drop some "that"s and a few longer phrases, or maybe consolidate some thoughts to bring out the main points.
Other than that it made me feel for the bird, and I like how there's neither a Hollywood nor a tragic ending.

[Imelda Blackheart]

Yes! Thank you for the constructive criticism; I will definitely look at those mistakes more closely whenever I have a moment to spare. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

[Different Wings]

of course :)

[Mockingbird]

this is so sad. the poor bird. she will never be the same again, however, she contented herself with what she had and adapted to her new situation. it's like a children's story. excellent poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to find rebirth and reason to go forward. I like the story in the poem. To lose the ability to fly and learn to accept a new life. I like the positive ending to the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Dinali Sathma]

Its such a nice piece of writing ... a ballad sort of... and I know its been a long time since you heard from me but I'm still fond of your work ;). Keep Up!

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Firstly don't apologize's for your grammar......not to worry.......i read just depth of writing........& this is so nice piece........how did you get the idea ????
well, what to say to you......liked + loved = enjoyed it..........loved here few lines....
i think not few lines, :)...loved here few stanzas........

It was a cold, empty day with a sun that was bleak,
And through her cage a captor did sneak,
He took her outside and set her down on the ground,
Compassion in his eyes and a faint smile on his mouth...........

this above one phrase just lost me in the world of coldness, moistness.......ahh..!! what a great piece......

The trees were bigger, the grass was greener, and life seemed all around.
Hey eyes wide with surprise she saw the world from the top of a mound,
And realized just how much she had missed from the perch above the ground.............
thses lines are too good, made an impact really..........you've known the worth of it........i liked it....well written....it's a reality i'd say :)

[Imelda Blackheart]

Thank you! I don't think that there was a specific event that inspired me to write this poem. It just came to me. There might have been something, I suppose, but it was so long ago that I can no longer remember. Ah, I'm rambling again. Thank you for your review! I'm glad that you enjoyed my poem. :)