Ave (Bird)

I never did pity a bird that had fallen
For there was a time when she flew
And I never did pity a bird that lay dying
For there was a time when she lived

And though she lay broken on the floor
Her body still holds the vestiges of Honor, Strength and Dignity.

We all fall.
What is important is how we stood


Ave is the spanish word for Bird. I have a facination with them. I envy their freedom. I envy their dominion over the sky. I see them as the embodiment of who we were before the fall. "They niether sow nor reap, they have no storeroom or barn, yet God feeds them." Creation freely praises its creator. No barriers. It is this that I envy the most.