Lost and found
Once a man found a beautiful blue crystal-shaped stone.
He loved the stone so much that he kept it in his pocket
for safe keeping and would reach for it from time to time
throughout the day,
whenever he wanted to reflect on its beauty.
He then found a feather he adored,
so he decorated his hat with the scarlet quill,
making him feel happy and special.
The man knew a woman he deeply loved.
And he kept her in a safe place too,
in a velvet lined chamber in his heart.
And from time to time the man could feel her heart
beating inside of his.
On a day he will not soon forget, he noticed the stone
had escaped his pocket, through a hole worn there by
its constant presence.
He searched for it by the edge of the sea where he had
recently spent some time.
But then without warning, his feather came loose from his hat,
as the morning sea breeze lifted it high into the air until it was
gone from sight.
After a long while of searching amongst the beaches' many
treasures he came across
a stone that was flat but it shinned like a diamond,
and he was content to have it.
On his way home he found a small brown wren whose
feathers were ruffled and some were missing,
and it could not fly. He thought, "I too have lost a feather,
so I will care for you, little bird."
Soon he found himself in the presence of the woman he loved.
That evening they sat together holding hands, telling their tales
of the day's passing,
thinking to themselves how much they were in love with life.
They then witnessed the sun plant the beautiful array of its
light into the furrow of the horizon,
as if planting the seed of tomorrows' dawning.
They quietly listened to the song bird's cry of love,
feeling so fortunate to have each other,
being cared for,
and never to be lost or forgotten.
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I think it's so cool that you have written about a wren!
This is a captivating fireside glow write.
Full of great imagery.