Bouille Rochdi Poet Rhyme

Grow Wings

There is a chant, 
Lightly heard;
Sung by the bees, the trees 
And the humming bird.

There is a place 
Open only to those who can fly,
A kingdom granted to those 
Who do their best and try
To cast off their earthly yoke.

There is a chant, 
Lightly heard;
Sung by the bees, the trees 
And the humming bird.

There is a path, 
Between two clouds; set.
You won’t perceive it 
With your eyes and I bet;
Your heart is still blind.

There is a chant, 
Lightly heard;
Sung by the bees, the trees 
And the humming bird.

When silence breeds 
Echoes of solitude,
When the soul longs 
For the high altitude
And when pain emanates 
From the plentiful multitude;
I teach my back how to grow wings.
August 8, 2016

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Heidi Sands November 6, 2016 at 8:35 AM Very Nice! I am saving it in my favorites. I also love humming birds, many come to the feeder in the summer. Great ending too! Bouille Rochdi November 6, 2016 at 8:43 AM Thank you, Heidi Sands.