A flower fell in love with a bird once.

Every morning started with a chirpy hello.

Flutter of wings

As the bird flew down to the ground.

The Flower would blossom.

Blooming with contentment.

Radiant and beautiful than the Sun

The bird would praise her.

Conversations and dreams

Shared between the two

From the Orange of dawn

To the purples of dusk.

As the sun went down

The Flower would sigh and

watch the bird spread its beautiful wings

Fly away, high into the sky.

Left behind on the ground.

The Flower would wonder

What it would be like

To be together forever.

The night spent twisting in wait.

The Flower would be awake

With the first ray of light

To hear the the most beautiful sound

Of its beloved bird coming down.

Sometimes the bird would stop by

Just to tell the Flower not to wait.

He was going…