The lightening tore the black clouds hard.
Her frail wings fluttered in the wind.
Her shelter was safe yet empty.
They had all gone to a safer zone .
She waited to test her fate again.
She had no choice but to wait with patience.
Days passed and food was scarce.
The Sun would come out and dry her wings.
She would then fly to seek her peace.
She would watch the rain and fight the chill.
Twigs were damp and so was she.
Her eyes were straining and paining.
Few feathers withered away.
She was all set to give up once and for all.
A sparkling glow of light flashed upon her.
She was unsure if it was a dream
or a magic.
She saw the glow encircling her with care.
Her feathers were dry and she felt safe and peaceful.
She flew seeking her next destination far away.
She discovered new places and loved the adventures.
The sky, water, sun, snow, sand, flowers were magical
The glow would rarely appear and it was Divine.
She flew on with a glowing smile and gratitude.
The climate changed and time to head back home.
The weather was bright and sunny with fun times.
As the clouds reappeared she held her heart.
She was sure that the glow will rise her again.
As the glow of confidence, love and happiness within her.
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