Between the dense mountains and hills,
A fleeting moment gave me chills.
Magical and poetical, a sight so true,
A rare bird, with colors so blue.
It stood on a branch, glowing in sunlight,
With wings that shimmered in soft twilight,
Elusively portraying the spirit of sky and tree,
A secret beauty, prepared just for me.
Its feathers gleamed with hues untold,
A story caught between the new and old.
Tail so long, like a whispered song,
A gentle reminder where dreams belong.
It sings of hope in the fragile part of longing,
Of happiness untouched, forever belonging.
It's not something you see or find,
But something that comes to you in kind.