They take into themselves, living water from the vine strip that love brought to them from the canopy's Gathering-- from the passing storm of the lair, in Stratus
And behold, they are unafraid, these thirsty-ones--
these cohesively-vibrating, pre-feathered cygnets these illustrious, winged smolts--
stream-drawn, ocean spawned.
Their wings: give flight? No, not quite; (though for an eternity they have flown.)
And ever since love, its been known ever evolving, they are..
yet never fully grown--
The Living water keeps them stretching, reaching.. yearning, for a wind
that will give their hearts a home, seed-sown.
yearning, these thirsty ones.. these most excellent, excellent birds.. https://youtu.be/Urizi67SAjo