She looked to the sky
found out she could fly
followed gusts of desert wind
found a dream to hide within
she met memories of kids at play
wishes of parents in months of may
many times she turned around to spy the day
she flew away
oh willow skies
flying mellow pies
blue feathered eyes
she made postcards of shells that walked the sea
tended to young silhouettes of thought that hung on trees
she made friends with shells that walked the sea
talked to silhouettes of trees
oh willow skies
flying mellow pies
blue feathered eyes
*leaves a little feathered memory in your hat band*
ReplyDeleteThis one made me want to sink my toes into sand.