A Bird's Dream

Mon, 04/08/2019 - 11:14 -- Weestro

Leap, run, Sunshine, grass, trees, wind, breeze.

The air is soft and the world is open.

The heart is pounding and the mind is wondering.

Step out into the opening.

Seek high and spread your wings. Fly fast and Glide slowly.

Find, build, help and share. Look around some birds are near.

Fly far, let the clouds embrace you.

Or sit alone and let the moonlight hit you.

Water, fish, dirt, worms, bugs, and leaves.

Playful chirping going on in the mornings.

No snakes nor fox. No Guns no Locks.

No time or clock. 

Just fly!

                                                                                 W. Johnson.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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