The Wet Bird

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The wet bird perched on a branch,
With feathers soaked, in rain's retrench,
Its tiny form, bedraggled and damp,
Yet resilient, steadfast, like a tiny champ.
Raindrops glisten on its tiny frame,
Its eyes still bright, its spirit tame,
Undeterred by the stormy weather,
It waits patiently, feathers all a-flicker.
A symbol of resilience, in nature's realm,
Withstanding rain, a watery helm,
A reminder that storms may come and go,
But strength and perseverance always show.
The wet bird waits for skies to clear,
With hope and patience, it has no fear,
Knowing that sunshine will soon return,
Its feathers will dry, its spirit will burn.
And when the storm has passed away,
The wet bird takes flight, without delay,
Spreading its wings, it soars above,
A testament to courage, strength, and love.
So, when life's storms come pouring down,
Remember the wet bird, with feathers brown,
Hold on to hope, be resilient and strong,
For brighter days will come along.