Detached from its home
Swayed by the gentle winds
Never getting too low
A small lake it brims
Wavering, soaring, above all life
Enjoying the heaven above the clouds
Then descending, cutting through like a knife
Rejoining life below, passing through the crowds
Seeing the bare earth, but rarely coming near
Dying to stay in air, to keep its flight
Gliding rapidly like a salty tear
Whipping in the night
Until finally it reaches the ground, and it lands
On a welcoming beach, snuggling to the sands
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC
Detached from its home
Swayed by the gentle winds
Never getting too low
A small lake it brims
Wavering, soaring, above all life
Enjoying the heaven above the clouds
Then descending, cutting through like a knife
Rejoining life below, passing through the crowds
Seeing the bare earth, but rarely coming near
Dying to stay in air, to keep its flight
Gliding rapidly like a salty tear
Whipping in the night
Until finally it reaches the ground, and it lands
On a welcoming beach, snuggling to the sands