Spirit with Wings

Poor little bird, why do you cry?
Did your little friend set off and fly?
Don't cry all alone in the tree,
I'll tell you something to you from me.
I too had an angel, on Earth a  friend,
and what so quickly began, had a sudden end.
Although optimism is something I always lack,
Know, that while seasons change, they always change back.
Yes, she too had no choice, but to set off and fly,
but the spirit is sacred and can never die.

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