The Girl Who Saved The Bird, Part Three

Two years past – the girl still young – but she remembered all
And in her sleep, while dreaming dreams, she smiled peacefully
She always thought about the bird and everything that was
And every day she searched the sky for flapping of its wings

The forest was her second home – she always walked its roads
She took a walk in each of days and slept beneath the trees
She always hoped she’d find the bird so she was looking up
But there were other pairs of wings and other kinds of trills

And then one day she thought she heard what must have been a greet
She raised her head and up a tree a nest was full of life
The bird she nursed was putting food in every little beak
And there was joy as every bird was soon prepared to fly

The girl felt warm – her soul was dressed in vivid shining light
Her patient flew in circles while watching from above
It landed on her shoulder and kept her in its sight
Now in its eyes, reflected, was the girl who saved the bird