Splashed across the screen in bold letters,
Was the word bird with beautiful feathers.
blue, green, red and brown,
and the ring upon its head was like a crown.
I sat in wonder,deep in thought,
of this wonderful creation, it wasn't bought.
This bird was perched peacefully on the branch,
With no care in world, not even the avalanche.
No worries about tomorrow,
No time for pain or sorrow.
Just sitting on the branch perfectly still,
Awed by the grandeur of the lofty hill.
All there was, on that big black screen,
Was the word in bold not even in green,
The word bird,
calm
beautiful
and serene.

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