The Magpie

Ten minutes suspended in outer space,
Could not compare with what comes next.
One word that alters even gravity,
Will either infatuate or vex.
The magpie enters the breathing world,
Without a selfish bang or boom.
Yet gentle tears still trickle down,
To celebrate a spring in bloom.
Will the bird's song be heard by all,
And unite the Earth with grace?
Or will the tune be lost to us,
Neither welcomed nor embraced?
A stolen future pursued by regret;
Covered in plastic, pangs, and guilt.
But a silent love persists throughout,
Restoring joy - a reason rebuilt.
On blue wings does a life approve,
With virtue in flaming eyes.
The sensitive heart and kinetic soul,
Revive their purpose with surprise.