Naked

Shaken up and covered in dirt
But you do the best you can to stay clean
frustrated waking puddles with your wings
If I could I’d help you find some thread
Make you a sweater or a nest
You are the changing of leaves
You dance in a colorful florescent breeze
But the blood in your hands rushed back to your core
And the stems from your arms fell to the floor
If I could I’d help you find some glue
Return every leaf and paint them back to their hues
But sometimes bare and naked is for the best
New leaves will grow and new feathers will cover your chest
Everything goes through change
But I’ll be there anyway