The hints

The Hints

I fly, I see, I drop hints
I hope
I swoop down and land
I pick the thorns, too many
I feel, I see their wounds, I cry

I fly, I see their route
I understand their way
I see their demise
I land to lend a hand
I cry, too vain

I fly, I drop more hints
I see one, he picks up
I see him trying to understand
I see him turn, I smile
I see hope, My heart fills with Joy