Her feathers are orange.
On rocks of golden moss
She notices everything.
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Her gift is sight.
Through tangerine tinted lashes
She sees through tangerine tinted skies.
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Her voice is clarity.
With crystal clear calls
She breaks through the fog.
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Her instinct it honed.
Sensing plant, petal, and prey
She feels through their silent suffering.
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Her feet are grounded.
In the wisdom of ancient sunsets that
She carries through time and bone.
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Her tail is balance.
She takes no more than she can give
She restores through knowing what is enough.
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Her body is story.
She rises with the sun and rests with the moon
She cleanses through rivers and wind.
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Her chest is open.
She will go where she can breathe.
Heed the orange warning
Her final message comes when she leaves.
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