The sound of the white birds
Soaring by
Calling to me
With each
SCREEECH
Come fly with us
Do you see us
Hoarding
Or overcome with
Heavy burdens
Are tears flowing
From pain
Or hearts beating
With sorrow
Dive into the
Fresh water
And cool your
Burning heart
Cleanse yourself
And drink
Of Life
Come follow
And let your
Heart take flight