Gone with the wind.

(Hallelujah)

It's a story, of yesterday.

There was a bird. As innocent as the rising sun; as beautiful as the dusky dawn. With the first ray of the day, it flew across the mountains, played with twigs and sang at her window.

She began her morning with her song. The song of happiness. The dawn of hope.
The bird chirped when she wept. The bird chirped when she laughed. And, the dawn met the dusk with happiness.

She named the bird, Hope . But every dawn brought her Hope. 

Time flew faster but not swifter than the bird. They were growing together. Every dawn saw Hope stronger and merrier; and her younger. One day She stepped out with Hope, beyond what the window could see. They felt love, met bruises, tasted tears but laughed louder. 

The meetings never stopped. Every morning they stepped out of the door. Hope saw her smile, her tears, and then her depart. But Hope followed. No dawn, she lost Hope.

One day, Hope grew old. Hope had its feathers faded. Hope was losing his flight.

That dawn, Hope was gone.

She lost Hope. And, that day she met another friend, Life. With Life beside, she kept the window open, forever. Hope shall come someday, she quietly wished.

*you are a bird. You fly.  To a land of happiness. You meet  people. They aren't good nor bad. They are what makes your life. One day, as hope faded, they will all fly away. Let them fly. Don’t mourn. Celebrate life. Because they were once there, life is yours  today. And it is always a happy one, like yesterday.