Dancing Colours

A song plays in the back of my head,
As I dance,
Melody sweet and beautiful,
Jade and sapphire litre the feathers,
Held together by gold,
Smells like someone's sawing ,
metal,
Talons claw my hair,
Feather,
Held with one thread,
Jewel lost for ever,
Fan of feathers flowing with colours,
Beak grooms emeralds on it’s back.
I still remember running through the forest,
Then I heard you,
Your song calling out to me,
I picked you up,
Careful not to break you,
But you were too delicate,
You snapped