Bird

I want to be free Like a feathered flight of dove, To fly and glide over the world so free And live a life in a dream of light, Affectionate love and hope of gladness And the oil of joy which over flows, Melody of happiness that widely vibrates That is a dream gift, a vision to celebrates, Inspire of hubris, In the eyes of the expected hurricane, I hold on to a fatal chance, Still looking to peak my nest On sure firm height, The water is mirror of the world; The curved winged still swerve, The flight of feathers still lifted Till a lonely island emerges Just waiting for me, only me An everglade to tenderly cultivated, virgin And green, roaming wild and free.