The autumn wind did howl through the night
And in the morning to my delight
A tiny blue egg lay there on the floor
Thrown straight from its nest above door.
Oh wondrous egg, palest of blues
I could sit all day and admire your hues.
But soon my delight turned to sorrow indeed
As I saw the chick had never been freed
From this little shell in the palm of my hand
He’d never flown to faraway lands.
He didn’t make it, he never did fly,
He never did soar through the summer sky.
Though it is sad, it is the way of things
We don’t all get a chance to use our wings
Before we are whisked so quickly away
To watch over our kin who are destined to stay.
My Flycatcher friend, I’m sorry you’re gone
But somehow, oh thank you, you left us your song.
A song to remind we who are here
To open our wings and let go of our fear
To fly through the sky as high as can be
To know we are loved, watched over by thee.
Love and courage,
Leah
