Birds in the tree’s
Birds in my heart
Laughing in that warm way of theirs,
Like warm, bubbling water spilling over the rocks.
Watching birds soar,
I let them bring my heart with them,
I know how they feel.
I too can have the currents and drifts,
The lonely cry of the solitary birds,
The easy belonging of the flocks.
I can have air in my face,
And wings by my side,
And laughing chirps fill my throat,
As I run underneath them,
Chasing their patterns and darkening shadows,
Laughing and calling to them in the only language I know,
Happy even as I watch them sail away.
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Yay!
This is really good, Colin! I like the way it goes from talking about happy and sad things in a way that that feels effortless or soaring, like what you are describing. GREAT JOB! You should sbmit this!
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