I saw a Cardinal ride the wind.        

Its glory was a living flame.

I saw it dart across the glade,

And prayerfully I said its name.

No words could adequately tell

The pride I felt in how God made                

A beauty rare, a ruby-red.

I knew its color would not fade.              

I could not hold such feelings in.

My heart cried out with joy and pain.

The ache grew big inside my soul.

My tears, they mingled with the rain.

A moment with that cardinal bird,

Enabled me to live again.

Yu/stan/kema.