Mockingjays reborn in the distance
Orchards whispering in the breeze
A bittersweet revolution
A sugarcoated revelation
The name that shattered glass
Nothing but wind whistling
Death fast approaching
And there are no sacrifices
The flower on the meadow
Rue
What happened that day?
Rue
Rue, Rue
Rue the day
Take flight like a bird
Humble and Subtle
Drifting apart from the rest
High in the trees
Clever as a bee
De Ya De Do
Four notes
In one simple melody
The melody of a bird
Of all sweet things
Roses and tea
Bearing the name of a flower
Or such common misery
Could she be a flower of misery?
Or that light in the darkness?
Her heart guarded close
The stronghold princess
Of her loving abode
Bright yellow
And trembling
Cuff your hands close together
And whisper one word
Sing
A beautiful voice
Husky and great
The last painful moments
Of such a rueful life
And the melody
Of the small yellow bird
A/N- This is my poem for Rue, and I hoped you liked it, if you could please tell me how I did, I would love it. Thanks!