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Flying through the forest,
Cold morning winds whipping past the trees.Rising from a deep sleep,
Forest animals wake up.
Sunlight creates harsh shadows chasing after the fading night.
Stirring up from a deep slumber,
Ruffling away sleep.
Tiredness draining from bright eyes,
Optimism conquers her face.
Stretching stiff muscles it's time to get up.
Soaring between the trees Songbird can't help to sing.
Bliss is clearly showing on her face,
It makes the sun feel warmer.
The morning air is gentle on Songbird's feathers.
Flying near tree branches a dangerous but exciting act.
Curving around the branches the wind and Songbird fly faster.
Someone is trying to catch her,
Songbird, fly faster or you may reach heaven instantly.
The morning breeze can help,
Fly above the trees.
The one pursuing is rapidly catching up.
Soar with the wind Songbird avoid the one tailing you.
They are persistent there's no time to brake or slow down.
Heaven's light may greet you soon, Songbird.
Pray not to see it now as you're flying.
Other forest animals are too busy with their own concerns,
Songbird is on her own.
If Songbird becomes one with the wind,
She will escape her fate.
This seems like an option for Songbird.
The pursuer is on top of her,
Fly faster Songbird, faster Songbird, go faster Songbird.
You can not give up now.
The stalker is near you and is going to strike.
They strike and Songbird descends from the sky.
Plummeting to the ground Songbird breaks the branches as she falls.
A somber look takes over her face as she views the sky getting farther away.
The pursuer is only watching Songbird's descent from her flight.
None of the other animals rescue Songbird as she falls.
Tears swell up in Songbird's eyes as she gets closer to the ground.
Crashing onto the dew-covered grass Songbird's wings fracture.
The colorful feathers are spread out like angel wings.
Songbird's dark skin contrasts with the crimson blood bleeding from her wounds.
Braided black hair tangles with the wildflowers on the forest floor.
Her breast surges up and down as she sucks in great breaths of air.
Looking from where she has fallen,
Tears spill on the side of her face dampening the edges of her hair.
Songbird may never fly again because of her pursuer.
Going to heaven may have been the better choice.
Songbird cannot help but sob for what has happened to her.
Laying on the forest floor surrounded by blood and hair tangled wildflowers,
Songbird's broken wings stretch out beside her.
Her brown body is cover in bruises that will take a long time to heal.
An unending stream of tears flows from her as she slowly breaths.
What a terrible and beautiful sight Songbird makes.
The cool morning air has passed and the hot sun hangs directly above the forest.
The other animals leave Songbird alone in her broken state of being, even her stalker leaves.
The afternoon sun burns brightly but Songbird watches the vivid blue sky.
Songbird is unable to move and watches the sky desperately wanting to be a part of it.
Heaven may have been a better choice for Songbird but it is too late now.
