I was just a young girl, carefree and wild.
Rebellion constructed in my beating heart.
I was exploring the thick bushes, an Indiana Jones to be.
When I found a dead birdie, I fell apart.
I hurried to my daddy as tears trickled from my innocent eyes.
I pointed to the fallen creature and asked how this could be?
He ran his rough hand through my blonde curls, and pulled me in his lap.
He began to whisper,
a secret just between my daddy and me.
"Dear sweet Tristan, please understand.
That birds in a better place now, he's being watched over by a man.
He can fly freely through the clouds, a spirit meant to soar and never be found."
Though I didn't know what my daddy had just said.
I lie in his arms and fall asleep.
That fallen birdie fluttering throughout my head.
And now today, my dad's no more.
He went to a better place, his boat no longer ashore.
Though now I finally understand, what my dad had told me all those years ago.
My dad is just like a fallen bird. He can never again be found his spirit meant to soar.