Imagine
Imagine
to be a bird
slicing air
with wings.
Up
up over that horizon
soaring
through clouds
away
from solemn earth.
Shining,
shimmering
far
above this sphere
into clear
blue light.
Cutting
through sky
gliding
over oceans
eyes
open all seeing.
Awake
all day all night
brushing
rushing
against
the four winds.
Imagine
to be a bird.
Flying Birds -- Meghan Howland
As usual, you have done a fine job with my poem. I do appreciate it.
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