Inner Flight
In this sun filled morning so still
The birds are singing in trees on the hill
Not a cloud can be seen, only blue sky
Open and waiting for the birds to fly
Just like the dreams that are cast aside
Maybe given up on, choosing to hide
Wait openly for return to renew and revive
It all starts with inner flight to feel alive
Heidi Sands
4/24/17
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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