The white crow

What a beautiful day! No doubts
The birds are twirling in a crowd.
The air was fresh and the weather was sunny
And I was walking, while sining was loud!

There`s a white crow, crossing the sky
It`s flying so bravely. I don`t know, why
And speaking about a strange thing, I saw
This graceful bird was a terrebly alone.

Maybe it hasn`t got any friends?
Maybe It has been Insulted, rejected?
Maybe it`s because of lack of loyal mates
Flying together and who could protect?

Jurge as you want, but I guess otherwise
This crow isn`t alone, as you see.
I moved my stare aside to check out
And see, how another kind can be.

I saw the group of the black crows
Sitting on the branch aside.
They were so rude, with petty soul.
Perhaps, they hated and envyed
Who didn`t look like them at all.

It`s ugly and foolish!- sade one and he looked
At so graceful white crow`s great flight.
Anothers agreed with his point of view
They have become as dark as the night.

But this white crow crossed the sky proudly,
Going to the goal so stoutly.
Maybe it didn`t hear the insults, said behind
Flying to the rest of unique kind.

And the fellows, waiting for
Will meet her, as it s obvious. 
Together on right way for doing more,
Becoming great to spite their envious.