A bird forgot how to fly one day

A bird forgot how to fly one day
lost in a canyon, the ground up above,
he stared at the sky and tried to remember
what made him a non-flying dove.

He didn't know how to live so far down
it was strange and did not look the same,
what a burden it is to be carrying wings
when the wings that you carry are lame.

The poor little dove got very depressed
he was stressed out and so lonely,
no other birds had forgotten to fly
he was the one and the only.

One day when a crow flew down to the canyon
the dove went to tell him, “Hello”,
but when the crow found out the dove couldn’t fly
he just cackled and said, “I must go.”

The dove began crying, head under his wing
he felt like he wanted to die,
how could a bird ever truly be happy
when he learns he can no longer fly?

The dove was ashamed so he hid in the canyon
and crawled deep down inside of a hole,
just as he squeezed in he heard a sharp “squeak”
and realized it came from a mole.

The mole was so scared he jumped out of his hole
and ran head-first in to a stone,
the dove went to help but the mole squeaked again,
“Please just leave me alone!”

The dove reassured him he never would hurt him
which made the mole feel a lot better,
but as the mole spoke he broke out in tears
so the dove wiped them off with his feathers.

He said, “Moles such as I cannot see with our eyes
we use whiskers to see where we’re going,
when I was small I had very small whiskers
as I grew my whiskers stopped growing.

So you see, Mister Dove, I’m not only blind,
but I also have nowhere to go,
so please help me find my way back to my hole
where I’ll rest in the ground deep below.”

“Friend Mole, please stay here, I'm no different than you,
you see, I forgot how to fly,
I have been in this canyon and felt so afraid
thinking no one was down here but I.

But now I found you and you have found me
together we’re never alone,
If I help you see you can show me the way
to make this strange canyon my home.”

The mole began smiling and hugged his new friend
not so sad his whiskers did not grow,
and for once the white dove wasn't looking above
he found peace in the canyon below.