Tuesday, Feb. 21, 2023

bird song

I hear a bird chirping up in the sky

I'd like to be free like that, spread my wings so high

I see the river flowing, water running by

I'd like to be that river, see what I might find

I feel the wind a-blowing, slowly changing time

I'd like to be that wind; I'd swirl and shape the sky

I smell the flowers blooming, opening for spring

I'd like to be those flowers, open to everything

I feel the seasons change: the leaves, the snow and the sun

I'd like to be those seasons, made up and undone

I taste the living earth, the seeds that grow within

I'd like to be that earth, a home where life begins

I see the moon a-rising, reaching into night

I'd like to be that moon: a knowing, glowing light

I know the silence as the world begins to wake

I'd like to be that silence as the morning breaks