A Bird’s Song Cloud
By Adrienne Clark
January 2000
Whoosh!
Warm white,
Silky feathers,
A wish,
A prayer,
A dream,
Then up!
My world, a song cloud.
I land singing
A soft, sweet tune.
Quiet.
Leaping birds,
Then down to Earth.
I Fly
By Adrienne Clark
January 2000
I fly,
Soar,
Through the sky,
Wind in my hair.
I see,
Hear,
Forests lush below,
Birds singing softly.
I go,
Come,
To peacefulness,
From a hatred strong.
I wish,
Know,
Freedom’s sweet song,
An endless flight.
I fly.
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