To Fill

To fill 

the wilderness 

with wild, 

winged tribes 

by waters side 

they grew. 
Knowing dawn 

may rise, 

before dreams 

weaved through. 

Watching 

each flutter 

bringing wings 

to earth, 

to rest. 

Saddened, 

but no sadness 

at the 

strangers breath.

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