- Elwen
A little bird
stood, braced
between two trees.
One was tall
and packed full
with life and growing
and change;
the other was small
and thin...
Looking at it,
it seemed as if
the bark that
should be there;
the life-giving layer
that all things that
wish to grow and
change have...
was not there.
Looking at it,
it seemed as a
clear, shimmering
shell, containing a
bright, furious light.
The bird fought
against the golden ring,
seeking for a way
out of bondage.
The tall tree creaked
and groaned,
as doom drew near...
with a hearty gasp
the ring set loose
the bird.
Softly it flew
to the shining tree,
and alighted softly
on a branch that
wasn't there.