Follow the bright bird over the broken world.

Watch her change colors as she flies.

Beneath her, the rot and the wreckage.

Above her the black endless night.

She captures the light and the warmth of the sun before it can touch that sick place.

She holds and reflects it in and from her pearly wings, opalescent and luminous, combatting thick smoke.

Why was she attached to this place?

What is the lesson? What is the point?

She can only trust that the one who made her wings has a plan as immaculate as her very construction.

Trust that she will someday know.

She just keeps flying.