once there was an elegant bird
that used to fly in the highest height
a bright flash of elegant white
floating like a cloud in the blue sky.
Cruel fate brought him down
Destiny planned for his ruin
He lay there on the ground
Bleeding, helpless waiting for end.
Two gentle hands picked him up
Held him oh so tenderly
Nursed his wounds from body and soul
Brought back second life in him.
But it was too scared to fly again
Even though his nurse tried in vain
Then one fine morning it took him
To the top of the hill nearby.
she threw him up with all her might
before the bird could know his wings
were flapping again in wild delight
soon he was touching again the skies.
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