To Fly
A lesson learned too late.
Life, it seems,
Longs for a bright red rose
When snow lay on the ground.
Life, it seems,
Too long for a wondrous sound,
The medley of a thunderstorm
As lightning strikes the ground
And lights a blackened sky-
White clouds puffed
And pushed on by
Then,
As storm has ended
An empty nest
Tells tales of a bird
That had yet
To learn to fly.
Longs for a bright red rose
When snow lay on the ground.
Life, it seems,
Too long for a wondrous sound,
The medley of a thunderstorm
As lightning strikes the ground
And lights a blackened sky-
White clouds puffed
And pushed on by
Then,
As storm has ended
An empty nest
Tells tales of a bird
That had yet
To learn to fly.
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