Baby Bird

I was reading heartfelt words,
about baby birds.
The comparison,was to the human heart.
The source will remain secret
Mine to hold sacred.
The beauty wasn't lost on me
It revealed the author's heart,
to be the subject.
If my discernments,are to be trusted.
A delicate, and bruised thing
Still stronger than I had ever seen.
A touching sentiment,
that read like a sigh to the heavens.
Either way,I found peace...
knowing that there was real beauty out there.
Something of which I'd heard,
But,until that moment
Had never truly seen,
a baby bird...free...
but,kept all to me.