Precious.

Through wind and light and truth
A little bird so pure of heart
Flew high above the clouds where air
Was clear, and heaven starts.

He asked of that which knoweth all
“What value was my being?
I am so small and you so great
Eternal and all seeing.”

“Of all there is in natures care
What song more joyous can be heard,
What holds more grace, what lives on air,
What is more precious than the bird?”

The voice was clear, like dawns first light,
Resonating from above
“You are that which shall endure,
I created you with love…”