Read slowly while you listen to the song: In your hands, you carry a lifeless bird - your best friend from ever since you can remember. Its feathers are soft and beautiful and as blue as you have always seen them to be. Its beak is tender and small, and as you feel it, a little warmth emanates from it; the remaining warmth and radiance of the life that was once in it. Its eyes are closed in innocence - gone into an eternal, yet peaceful sleep. You slowly and heavy-heartedly approach its grave, pausing - for just a moment........ Gently, you stroke its body as you feel the richness of warmth and love you have felt before once again. Gently, you run your fingers over the birds smooth body as you caress it lovingly in your arms. Again and again, you stroke its soft head, and with every stroke, you feel a pulsing renewal of your soul; a strengthening of the bond between you and the bird. As you continue to stroke the bird gently, memories of its days as a fledgling begin to seep into your thoughts. You remember how excited you were to feed it as it looked curiously at your hand, and then hastily nibbled at it. You remember how you trained it to fly and become independent; how you talked to it and told it jokes, and how it responded with small chirps and warbles, and feeble attempts. Then you remember the days of its youth, where you took it out to fly in the open freely when the sun was shining, and the sky was painted a brilliant light blue. You remember how you laughed as you chased it as it flew along; how it lead you to forests and magnificent waterfalls and creeks you had never seen; how its feathers shined in the sun, and you stared in silence and awe....and how it always came back to you when you called it - how incredibly faithful it was to you.... And then......you remember its days of old; its fragility. How its wings became bare and tired; how it chirped less and less as you tried to talk to it; how frequently it fell ill and you sat beside it, worrying and hoping that everything would turn out to be okay. As you finally place it on the cold ground and lay the flowers atop its body, one final memory enters your mind. You remember...in its final days, how it looked deeply into your eyes, and said, Thank you. Thank you.....for everything. I will never forget you.... As you leave the grave slowly, you look back as you quietly whisper, You are forever welcome.......my friend. https://youtube/watch?v=QHxwcuh8ETQ
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