The Meek Powerless is a dignified, reserved bird.
It shies from the big birds and cowers its face,
But its spirit no matter how little glows in brilliance day after day.
It roams free but enter not some forests,
Pulsating into another block of heartland every few minutes.
Powerless in following a flock of similar vulnerable birds,
The grace of unity offers refuge and trust over the flight beyond.
-Vander
Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe if you didn’t know what fiction is!) and is in no relation to any actual entities.