pretty pretty things, yes all the very wild things.
there's nature and there's nurture,
are you here to sink or swing?
the end is always near, and the plants will surely die-
but the prettiest of people are the ones that try to fly.
the birds still move on windy days, the dandelion springs....and even on the worst of days the telephone still rings.
so if you face a certain wall, devise a way to be.
an angel with wings clipped still sings through all adversity