Canary's Legacy

canary's legacy
The little bird holded big chapters,taught us the value and the fortune to represent a master,married with the color of the bees,stripes on the soul like anyone else or better scars from life and obviously each time when reminded sting,
yellow like a trembling light it provided the heat for our bonfire,the whole nest warmed up 
words of wisdom and worms for the meal,it flew all over,crossing hearts,elevated in a second without leaving a doubt 
tiny wings who created shadow from above mine and the others walk
"come to watch me while I'm singing often it said,cuz once i'll be gone,no other melody on this spot would be eard,focus on my feelings because you are one of my eggs"
i'm still learning how to fly properly with my brothers,the cliff is closed,but how many things I got to fail to glide on the soft grass?
sing me your last opinion with you beak dipped in the the ink,or motivation by your claws, lift me upper please
golden plumage,I wish you could saw me with some of it a scarf for this storm,and even frozen by mornings of  mealy leaves and stalactites i'll have the chance to knock again at you door
Im steering the pain around with small a spoon,isn't enough,as some blonde curls to define the real woman,wait me on that couch softly like two layers of cream,everything will stop for our usual encounter,I already feel the tune of your delicate chant,I'm right here outside so please land on the doorknob.
(To my grandma)