Unbalanced - Blog Posts

lorcas-painter

1 year ago

The bird cries,

it sails through the skies as its flock demands,

and skims the seas bustling with life,

The bird flies,

it whisks past windows as whimsy commands,

and holds the suns hands,

when she reaches high up above all lands,

The bird stands,

it will lay with its feather,

when it finds the promised land it will rest forever,

The bird lands,

It understands,

It lays down in man-made sand,

The bird cries.