Naked -

Shaken up and covered in dirt

But you do the best you can to stay clean

frustrated waking puddles with your wings

If I could I’d help you find some thread

Make you a sweater or a nest

You are the changing of leaves

You dance in a colorful florescent breeze

But the blood in your hands rushed back to your core

And the stems from your arms fell to the floor

If I could I’d help you find some glue

Return every leaf and paint them back to their hues

But sometimes bare and naked is for the best

New leaves will grow and new feathers will cover your chest

Everything goes through change

But I’ll be there anyway