Flightless

Magnificent colors in vibrant hues
Reds, yellows, greens, blues.
Her downy plummage seems quite an array
It speaks of things she cannot say.

But everytime she tries to take flight
it is useless, a losing fight.
Her wings are clipped
Earth bound she'll stay.

What good are the colors
if the wings cannot spread?
If the colors will never be seen
from far overhead.

Her colors were meant to paint the sky
And share with the world from way up high.
She will never fulfill her one true duty
Because somebody decided to cage her beauty.