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Blue Crown in the Gold Light

In the quiet gold of morning, he wears the sky upon his head— 

a small, bright cap of living blue against the olive of the leaf.

He does not shout. He simply stays, one dark eye holding the whole branch, 

feathers brushed with sun and patience.

The forest keeps his secret: that wonder is not always loud. 

Sometimes it perches, soft and certain, and lets the light do the singing.