The sky was the strangest shade of yellow,
A golden color tinted by grey and brown.
Her wings drooped,
Limp beside her frail form
Crouched close to the weedy ground.
Her shoulder burdened the weight of her body against a stout tree,
Its bark rough against her sheer wing.
The green, leafy branches were long,
Camouflaging the bent figure from her pursuers.
Her eyes fixated on the rich sky,
A golden reflection colored her ivory skin,
Waning hope weighed heavily around her eyes.
She beckoned the sky for her savior,
Yet none had arrived.
Her soiled face, child-like and smooth
Dropped with her wings, exhausted
"Hold on," she told herself.
An olive-green glow emanated from her body and wings
Her fingers just reaching the roots along the tree's base
Desperately drawing from its sacred strength,
"Hold on..."