To my most blue bird

A blue bird layed down in the ground and sang 

"nothing beautiful should be kept in a cage, iron rusts and bones decay, and nothing gold can stay". 

The bird became dust and and in his grave became 

the flowers of the garden that very next spring. 

The sun shone and the plants grew and all things beautiful were in full bloom. Everything was right and everything was blue,

I am made of dust and you are too. 

One day we will give back to the bird what we took away, the sun will shine and the plants will grow 

and what we were will be beautiful. 

Back to the earth back to our home where we were belong 

where our bones long to be, 

laid down like all the flowers of spring. You and I are the same, both golden in our youth 

but always remember, the most beautiful things are not in gold, they are in green. 

                          7/30

-J