A lonely bird chirps;
Loud enough to hear it.
Again she will hope;
But others won't listen.

The day fell to dusk
As a bird only spoke.
There were no answers,
Just another long joke.

The clouds had darkened
& all children ran home
Nightfall was coming
A bird truly alone.

Branches on the trees
Would slowly fall asleep.
The stars are family
But far light years away.

Night by night there's hush
All around her life.
From a gray cloud of loss
That just begins to rain.

Softly the clouds storm
When white turns to deep shades.
Like all the other times
Her sound really fades.

The rain is the sorrow
Although with perfect drops.
The bird had remembered
What most just forgot.