A Majestic creature soars through the depths of the thick shadowy night,
Freely living life to the fullest; never knowing that this… was his last
flight.
Through the dense forest, gliding with much ease,
He navigates his way from his natural home, out into the unexplored.
His journey takes him past the familiar surroundings, leaving behind
colorful trees,
Out into the highway, where the only thing he finds is the front of a blue
Ford.

What seemed to be a peaceful drive in the country, has horribly gone askew,

Once mystical, and inspiring, this bird’s life was by no means overdue.
Inevitably meeting its demise, and seemingly insignificant in the long run,
The small death of a bird may be thought of as trivial to a degree.
In the eyes of one who sees all, a life must seem to end as soon as it had
begun.
When it’s taken into this perspective… how significant are we?

Arriving at a destination, after journeying through his life and going down
in a blaze
Now drifting deep into the oceans of the sky, gently departing in mysterious
ways
The wonder and awe that has been symbolized by this bird is now gone,
Leaving us to wonder when our own time may come,
Never forgetting that no one’s fate may ever be withdrawn
The finality in which our flight ends, flowing smoothly with the beating of
time’s drum.

 
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