For a last flight here, guided by the Light.
The bird takes off, fearless and easily:
His frail body has never been so light.
His wings carried by the cool evening breeze,
The bird reaches treetops in a second
And within the next way higher than trees
Up to heights where he had never belonged.
Flying over a gigantesque air plane,
The little bird is amazed and happy;
Stars try to shine more than the Light in vain.
Suddenly, our bird attains infinity.
Cause beyond the sky's limit it has found
A peaceful place to rest on Heaven's ground.
Anne-Laure Cloud--Roussel
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