Heron

House of Heart

There is a bird whose wings are the shades of a rainbow.

When he grieves sighs pervade the caves of broken dreams.

His  sound is the laughter of children  flowing like rippling  rivers.

His tongue drips the honey of desert flowers and his eyes are  an ocean of shimmering shores.

When he is thirsty he  sips  viscous dew from feathers painted in his colors.

When adventure calls we lift our wings and fly away.

Blue Heron Sunset

Art by Timothy Parker

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