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the raven song
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memory the tree's wave
the ocean sprays
the grass cool to the touch
she asked me
why?
why does the raven sing with such sorrow?
i told her i don't have a clue
it wasn't till now i can answer that question
once the raven had every color imaginable
blended and finely painted on him
he was singing in the tree's to the one he loved
flying in the sky with her by his side
time could pass and he would look like it never did
then one day
she fell faster and faster
he tried to help her
he cried out to her!
but she didn't answer
when she hit the ground
her beautiful feathers flew everywhere
he flew in the trees
never to show the world his beautiful feathers again
the rain took its toll on his colors
as they faded from him
his now black
hollow and empty
decimated and destroyed
the only song he could bare himself to sing
is a sorrowful song of his beloved
and this is the
raven's song
Wow. What a creative imagination. Almost like a native story. A tale behind a beings state. I love it.