AlaudidaeLittle Lark,More Like This
Do not let the wolves whittle lies
into your hallowed bones, for you
were never miniscule. You are
centimeters contorting into meters,
minute millimeters morphing
into a colossal kilometer.
Your shadow prowls the hunting grounds,
but you are no killer. Kind hearted
birds are more than powerless prey.
Loveliest Lark, surround yourself
with temperate touches and
weave wonder into those you come across.
And while white fireflies blink
in their lighthouse language,
know that there is hope slung
beneath your fluttering feathers.