Where the Bird Flies
Blue and white stripes
Layered in the sky
Look painted behind the trees
Towering high
The clouds are floating
As the trees stand still
With strength of human will
To grow, to be, to change
With the season
To be all there is to be
With or without reason
To reach for the open skies
For freedom where the bird flies
Heidi Sands
1/14/17
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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