Bird Of Paradise

Her pinion emanated light

As she took the heavenly flight.

Up and above, in the air

She moved as mortals did glare.

 What mystical creature was this,

Radiating love and bliss!

Was it a bird of paradise,

That ventured to the wise?

Or was it a wonted bird,

In daily parlance t’was heard?

People wondered in delight,

As rainbow exuded in her flight!

Swiftly she folded her wings

Flying towards the spring.

Chirping on a bough she sat,

Looking ordinary yet aristocrat.

Mystical she was not,

It was the onlooker who sought,

The beauty that was inside

Which the bird of paradise couldn’t hide.