Moulted wings

 She dreamed to fly high

To touch the clouds and the heaven

She wanted to o climb till

She find the first ray of sun

She panted after the greeny bush

Thought once she would meet the deers

But...

She was caged!

Her broken heart kept weeping,

Her wings decided to fight.

She whacked the cage with her  beak,

Claws and those strong wings of light feathers!

And days passed by, cage tore apart.

She rushed to fly!

But her wings were no more there!

All the feathers moulted away..

Tears rolled down..

Yet she decided to take her wings

Touched the green,  brown then the blue!

New wings appeared to meet the clouds!