Strange bird outside my window,
Oh your ferocious beauty,
Your pretty pink feathers
Hide daggers in their softness,
Oh your midas claws,
On a tree of gold,
Your song lingers in my dreams,
Why must you haunt me so,
No I don't want to remember,
The time when it rained diamonds,
In a place far away from here
And I was still a dragon who
Time hadn't worn down into a damsel,
Oh your frightening audacity,
A sight I will never forget,
You sit tall, even when icy winds
Threaten to choke you, tear you
Apart in this winter wonderland,
With your dying breath,
Your song becomes sharper,
"Daughter of the sun, know yourself,
You have fire in your breath,
And magic in your veins, and
Though thorns be your path,
Your crown shall be gold"
©thebhavnasaxena