Imaginary Bird

I'm lost in my mind again.

I see many things when Im truly lost.

Right now I see a bird sitting on a branch.

Its small, and wings have a rounded tip.

Its black on the top, and thin yellow line below, and its underbelly is a simple white.

Its eyes have a single dot of white in the void of black.

It perches forward as if meaning to fly.

The branch is quite thin, some may argue it to be a twig.

It lives in a forest of the deepest green.

Like pillars growing from the ground.

The bird has a small beak and seems to smile.

The bird is free,

the bird is free.