A Little Brown Bird

This poem is for peoples who have feelings of doubt or selfworth in their lives. If they ever find themselves alone while the world tries to push them over, spread your wings and fly to a better place

on a branch i once did see
like the mud that lay below
a little brown bird before me
It sat lonely in a state of sorrow
The autumn wind that swept away the summers heat
Blew at the bird from today until tomorrow

forgotten in gods apparent beauty
it sat lonely in a trance
viewing the land called home
dead to life's little dance

A yellow beak glistened, and beady eyes wandered
The bird gazed amongst a land filled,
With the beauty and grace, of autumn wonder
Colors of the trees, made a sight to be kept still
Leaves of red and yellow signalling a soon slumber

Slowly the gusts began to quicken
And the bird looked in fright
innocent eyes would soon be sickened
At a storm that blew in the night
the rains quickly thickened
forming a blanket of devils tears from sight

the bird had never belonged in the place
it looked around at the tragic beauty
Illuminating the plainness of its face
finally it thought
this was not to its suiting
so it stretched its wings taught
full of gods true beauty

Nothing more majestic could ever be sought
It took flight above the land of color and might
Rising above grey clouds into the sky of blue and white
It was truly the loveliest thing god had thought
In its element of freedom at last