Bird, Gift

(Found here)

You hold the bird with open hands

Until it flies to distant lands.

You love when it returns again,

Within your palm, you see it then,

But if you try to tightly grasp

This gift, embrace it, hold it fast,

You lose it by its being too near—

By being free, it is more dear.

By being free, it is more dear.

You lose it by its being too near—

This gift, embrace it, hold it fast,

But if you try to tightly grasp

Within your palm, you see it then,

You love when it returns again,

Until it flies to distant lands.

You hold the bird with open hands.

~Betsy Brown