Once, a boy found a bird
Lying helplessly on the grass
On such a sunny day
How nice would it be for the feather ball
To soar high up like always
With it’s pack cruising around
Out of pity, the boy took it inside
Nursed it back to health
Supported it’s wings
Until the bird could fly again
Until the bird could fly again!
Flew it did
But never returned
Whoever thought it would leave?
But whoever thought it would return either?
Who knows what to think or expect?
Don’t be like the bird
Remember with gratitude