Wapun Meadow Sing, Bluebird, sing

Of course! I'll wrap it up here :)

Food was a welcome treat for both, however small it was. After a brief exchange of thanks, she would watch as the youngster readied himself to depart, offering her own vows of good-wills. His company had been a flourish while it lasted, and as the afternoon began to slide past, they went their separate ways. She dared not to leave the meadow, and turned to complete her round, offering a final farewell before her figure faded amidst the field of frosted stems.