and the beauty that tags along with it
oh, you who there's not much to.
But the voice in your belly!
Yes, you are cute,
yes, your image is striking.
But you are unseen in the camouflaging stems of the grey trees.
You are nonchalant but valiant
echoing through the winds of your environment.
You understand all, and you quip well behind the unsure.
You make them sound better.
You mock their bitter.
I'm honestly appalled by your duplications,
a split mirror reflecting what it's not.
But that's who you are,
so I've come to understand you.
I realized you mirror the good in everyone.
& I hope today you'll never stop.
Better yourself by bettering others,
make them feel special.
Not entitled, but special in their own way.
If they hesitate to accept you,
check yourself and be considerate.
If they make it hard for you to voice your consternations,
fly away and find another home beyond the eighty eight constellations.
beside the railroad tracks,
or by the runway at the airport,
or the corral, or by the silky waters of the stream a mile away
Or dive in deeper into the depths of the forest
and curve a niche out for yourself,
wherever you feel comfortable.
Let the skies know you speak for them all,
even for the silent.
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