Am I a leaf about to drift
About to fly away, to chance
The cold, the heat, the drop, the lift
Upon the wing of wind, to dance?
Or else, nestled in this tree
Am I to stay, and thus be free?
Here I am, Apart From Love
Flying Home just like a dove
Volume I & II, woven together:
Lovely. Truly. Love the 'staying' providing freedom.Clever!ReplyDelete
Thank you so much Jaxbee!ReplyDelete