As the summer comes to a close
Its pages leaf to a fall
The little girl sleeps in her crib
Protected by frayed walls
Her caregiver hums a sullen tune
As the wind whistles from afar
Blowing the branches off weary trees
And carrying along a lonely lark
It flew a great distance from its home
Hoping for shelter from the mighty wind
Standing patiently on the window sill
The small bird began to sing
A priceless gift on such an eve
A lulling harmony for a sleeping babe
Fleeting as it often is
For it disappeared behind the moving drapes
With the summer idleness now past and gone
All must start their lives once more
As the caring givers protect their young
And the lost birds learn to soar
The Daily Post’s prompt “Priceless”