She was cut by a blade of grass, her spirit trembled in pain.
She looked up at the hot sun, pleading to the skies for rain.
Warm saline began to roll down her cheek.
She gathered them drop by drop. Steadily poured it on her wound & felt comfort insane.
She pulled mud from earth and thought earth would scream,
But, not a sound the ground made & threw more mud in gleam.
She soaked the mud in the drops that rolled & wrapped the throbbing wound.
Adjusted herself with some thuds and flair, got a bit fine tuned..
She took off with a sob in her heart and a tale in her toe,
looked up again, this time to check her Halo.
Yeah, she carried some spare wings as well, often with a lot of bling
& kept charging them no matter what, come summer or spring. …..
She was cut by a blade of grass, her spirit yet soars ahead.
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