Poem & Start of Short Story

Putting these together, because these will probably be the only two writing I'll post! 

Here's the poem first! Both of these are old, so don't be too harsh 😭:

"Graceful, full of life. 

I try to get a picture to have a facsmile the original. 

The flowers, making your feathers pop out

Hope to see you again another day."

And here's some of the short story: 

"The wind blows on the foliage of the lively trees. The worn down building standing miles away, not wanting to be near civilization. 
 
A young man, shaken up, occupies this location. Dressed in tattered clothes, he finally stands up, taking in his surroundings. He holds his neck from the stinging sensation, making a hissing sound.
 
He wanders around the abandoned mansion, noticing the cobwebs and dust scattered around. 

Cracks are scattered around the place, showing its age to anyone who happened to enter. It gives stories to people who may enter the building themselves. Rust sprinkled on the walls, giving history to the building, wondering what it may have been used for.

The man searches for the exit, feeling tense in the labyrinth that is this home. He spots a dusty book, layered with tons of sticky notes. 
The book, painted with a gold border, lays before him. It has a velvet exterior with worn and dated pages, making it known of when it may have been created.

He mutters under his breath, the words coming from his mouth like a running garbage disposal. His voice sounded shaky, a bit raspy.

The notes read in a language not understood by humans, yet this man could read it perfectly. He grabs the book, clinging onto it. He puts it in a messenger bag, keeping it for later. He puts it in a pocket, so nothing would get damaged. 

The sun rises, giving a romantic horizon for anyone who may view it. The man hissed in pain, the light seeping in the building."