Rare

Heard but not seen
Fluttering bird
Bright yellow
and green
Not known
By all its own
Passion appearing
as noise
Good girls and boys
Strongest of stock
conformed to the flock
measured by hours
they've flown
Stars too bright
when seen by naked
eye, light up the sky
from light years and
parsecs gone bye
Tell me your truth
Born in youth
given by the one with no end
Beginning it seems
With individual dreams
Snowflakes known
by the light
that they bend

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