One of my own

A lark flies off into the sunset,
Catching the golden fire on its wingtips,
Soaring into the heat of tomorrow.
Vanishing into the night sky,
Disappearing from view
As if he had never existed.
No more trouble, no more pain
On himself and others of his kind
His heart is heavy,
but his song remains
Cheerful, exuberant, joyful
For it is all that he has left,
a part of himself that can never die
Reverberating throughout the night sky
His song speaks of endless love,
Peace, Reconciliation, and unconditionality,
Decreasing in volume until only he himself can hear it.
Everything is now lost.
Off he flies
into the sunset with his head held high,
his song echoes to those left behind.