The moon kissed my skin with his ominously pale glow leaving the prominent veins, that snaked throughout me, to contrast with the milky white.
A sparrow got caught in my throat, its delicate feathers growing heavy with the moisture from my saliva. The sparrows song streamed from my lips delighting my ears with the sweet sound.
Overhead, a passing storm cloud, as black as a ravens feather, was captured in the reflection of my shimmering hair staining the spiralling locks with its incandescent darkness.
The ambitious hues of the early sunrise crept into each crevice of land illuminating the now twinkling grey of the surrounding puddles. droplets of rain which gave the puddles their blue/grey twinkling pigment cascaded through my iris letting a small puddle reside in my eye surrounding the inky black of my pupil.
Finally a mother with a gentle smile and wise looking eyes cradled me supporting my head and warming my heart leaving behind traces of traits such as manners and respect.
As i was released into the world, all i could do was cling to the foundations of care and kindness which this sometimes dreary earth had bestowed upon me and hope i don't let the gifts of sparrows and such go to waste.