birdi's poem

what a being the gods created,
one that was so delicate it could break itself,
so beautiful she made young ones stop and bask in the beams that it should radiate,
so perfect that it would make the very one who fell in love with it
be horrified by its disappearance,
and the beast whom he left would wait until death only to see their love return,
the daisies wake in their presence,
and the blackbirds sing with blessedness,
for the song they sing was that of which was taught to them from beauty herself,
back again the moon shines brighter,
the sun darker for it wishes not to replace perfection