Blue before birth to spark red and flushed slapped straight to life the organs begin to burst into beauty thumping pumping until rhythmic flows combine in combination with senses to create an exquisite form of life you.
Take charge of the day moment by moment grow and flourish in the bow of beauty and life and spread you wings on the the thermals of each moment lift high, soar,sweep down and settle where the your flock rests waiting for you to arrive to take part in the ritual Take Part now
A vast metaphor to compare birth.life and death as part of existence. Comment on how you see this happening. This is my first poem on this site. Encourage me to stay and write for you.