Feather of Flames
Wings spread wide, feathers in flight, The little finch flew through the air. He sings his song, as he flies along, To his true love, one that was rare. Her golden glory shown from above. The sun, was a lover so true. During the day he thinks himself a dove. That how much he loved her. She loved his sweet melody, And would listen to him day by day. And on the days he had cried. She gave him the warmth of her ray. When he...
