Wind Canary Poem by April Monroe
Wind Canary
I had a dream of a little yellow bird that flew me to the sky,
Above the trees, past the clouds, soaring far too high.
I cried to the little yellow bird as its wings and heart beat fast,
"Why do we fly so high little bird when you know it can't last? "
The little yellow bird looked at me, eyes filled with disgust,
"You may think your limits are met, but it's in yourself you must trust."
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