I'm like a bird, I want to fly away.
Wrapped in a billowing yellow silk scarf
which shines gold in the light of day.
Perched on a tree branch, face the horizon.
Hope and sunlight glimmer reflected in
each determined eye which widens.
Ruffled feathers are my warm, windswept hair.
I will leap into the sky, stretching high
To glide through the air if I dare.
Music from Cape Town, a bird's song my ears
spread their wings and feel the song's lift beneath
and sing sweet as the horizon nears.
I am a bird and as I fly away
wrapped in my billowing yellow silk scarf
I shine gold in the light of day.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
I'm like a bird, I want to fly away.
Wrapped in a billowing yellow silk scarf
which shines gold in the light of day.
Perched on a tree branch, face the horizon.
Hope and sunlight glimmer reflected in
each determined eye which widens.
Ruffled feathers are my warm, windswept hair.
I will leap into the sky, stretching high
To glide through the air if I dare.
Music from Cape Town, a bird's song my ears
spread their wings and feel the song's lift beneath
and sing sweet as the horizon nears.
I am a bird and as I fly away
wrapped in my billowing yellow silk scarf
I shine gold in the light of day.
