The colored spectacular
is slowly blowing away
The litte black birds
are migrating back
and forth looking
like little, black butterflies
swerving and flocking
scattering on front lawns
in tune with me as I
notice the beauty of
nature as always...
I breathe in the
invigorating
morning air and
daydream that I
am a bird with a flock
to join - but I am actually,
the flock being me
bonding with everyone
I meet in some way
no matter what our
differences may be
We're all one flock
of birds
circulating, streaming
forth in our lives
under the illustrious
light in our eyes
showing us the world
in the moment
trying our best to
live together
but light as air
and free as the birds
as we fly through
the fluid universe
the airy sky being
the wholeness
of life...