Here we are,
Prepared to fly,
A feat our ancestors dared not imagine,
How ordinary the deed has become
For simple humans,
Who hurry to their terminals,
With worries of time and mortality,
Overlooking the impossibility that they are breaking,
In flight like angels taken to the heavens,
Higher than the birds and bees,
Far above the maple, oak and evergreen,
Being Gods in their own right,
Using mind to engage in
Flight.
Tag: birds
Painted Skies
Then, our wish granted!
A day blue with painted skies,
Meant to wander out
Into the natural world,
To find peace again.
The birds will wonder
Why the strange ones will find awe
In land always there,
Simply since their hide is warm,
And no wetness falls from sky.
(Come Spring) Hope Restored
Come green,
Come new,
Come tender buds,
Come melt to show infant blades
Come rebirth,
Your Winter labor has been long,
Arduous,
Awake goddess,
Your time has come
To welcome back the birds,
To sing awake the rest
The sun now rests much later,
To let the children play,
Come great Spring
To take over for your sister Winter,
Her time has come to sleep
Come Spring,
And bring with you
The warmth of sun
And longer hours,
And the hope restored,
We have all been waiting for.
She of Letters 