Their sadness comes from the sheltered life they led. A bird sat on a perch to only glance down in the room it appears in. Than the freedom of a branch to venture out on its own for its life story to entail.
Not even all the books in the world can persuade any interest. Other than the most keen subject they put all their heart and soul into. But first, the pages to turn must be fulfilled.
Knowing the tower they are locked up in. The castle needing to gain entry to. However, even if the drawbridge is lowered to enter. Feel there is yet another way to climb that wall.
Many lips to speak words from, the choice is one's own whether to turn their volume up. It is ones own choice to choose whether to hear of it.
How long to keep going on about it before to finally open it up. A surprise package is not a surprise if not to know what is sent inside. Have caused so many others to have ruffled feathers. Anyone will think it is a cat sent to be amongst pigeons.
In the forest; the amazement some create become enhanced larger than the truth. The footsteps they leave behind are detailed as if were a huge giant who set foot wholly upon the village. Trodden down to leave a big imprint. And the words they spoke were so pure, as if they never wrote a word but everyone knows the story to tell.
St. Mark Ch.9:V.41 " - For whosoever shall give you a cup of water to drink in my name, because ye belong to Christ, verily I say unto you, he shall not lose his reward."
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