Bird Soul

When Providence decided to fashion the soul
it envisioned a bird as life itself.

With the radiance of the rainbow
its beauty, its flights of fancy
what better symbol,
what lightness more seemly
than the beaming hues of the bird?

What song more soothing
than the voice eternal
in the still-dark awakening,
dawn’s spark in being’s garden?

Yet now with the browning of green
splendour through effluence,
the very existence
of the garden in jeopardy, what future
for the still-quivering spirit?

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