Beyond the Bag

Pieces of fabric glued on together,
At the end of the sweet little bird lies a yellow feather,
Although it is falling apart,
It is the memories hidden inside that keep it together.

A ruby in the middle of the sapphire sky,
A humble yellow bird sits in her nest to put the day to a tie,
One black pair of eyes looks out of the design as endless as the universe itself,
The bird chirps and chirps, she does not care about being stealth.

It means more to me than words can explain,
It is made with love and is one of a kind,
Pulled together by a string,
Good luck it always brings,
It is forever open.