Colour bird

Following a scent of calming sage.
My soul is flying to an old age.
It is a soul set free from its rage,
Like a bird set free from his cage.

Blue bird, with the colours inside,
Only to be seen by the curious eyes
With not much to see at first sight
With value hidden only on the inside.

The bird will fly, fly away far
Searching for the pair of eyes
Which see through the plain blue lies
And find the hidden colours inside.