No pandemonium
in the blue sky.
Birds drift in and out
and trees
barely whisper.
So peaceful up here.
So still.
Only my imagination can dance
in this tranquility,
with wings of
finest gossamer.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 5:40 AM UTC
No pandemonium
in the blue sky.
Birds drift in and out
and trees
barely whisper.
So peaceful up here.
So still.
Only my imagination can dance
in this tranquility,
with wings of
finest gossamer.
I love the idea of free flight. I love watching birds and I sometimes wish, I could join them .