A metal girl stands alone in a
garden,
and her head tilts to the wonders of
the natural world.
She cannot move, for she has no feet.
Her dress is set in the ground.
So she stands there, waiting,
for nature to come to her.
Rain, snow, storms, and hail.
If it weren't for the little birds
that come every year,
to bring her joy and understanding of
life.
The little metal girl would have
stood there hopeless,
awaiting the day she would go back to
the ground.
But the birds do come.
They make her happy.
She wants to fly with them,
become one with them.
So she brings food for them, to make
them happy.
She cannot move, but she knows how
big the world is.
But the garden is where she will be,
and will ever want to be.
she dreams of being made flesh
and blood.
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