Ready to Fly
As I sit here on this solitary rock, I close my eyes and listen.
I listen to the sounds of nature, that are all around me.
The soft rush of water, gently flowing past me.
The chirp of the birds, signaling spring is here.
The wind as brushes by the trees, with their new buds
and the ever so faint sound of cars near by.
I breath deeply, taking it all in, filling my lungs with fresh air.
The feeling taking over is one of peace and a new appreciation of life.
My soul is no longer suppressed, it flies freely as I breath in and out.
That which has constricted and bound me is gone.
I am now free to move forward with ease,
just as the water flows by ever changing.
As the wind caries the baby bird on shaky wings,
Teaching it to fly.
I am that baby bird and I am ready to fly.
I open my eyes and see the new beauty of the world that surrounds me.
I listen to the sounds of nature, that are all around me.
The soft rush of water, gently flowing past me.
The chirp of the birds, signaling spring is here.
The wind as brushes by the trees, with their new buds
and the ever so faint sound of cars near by.
I breath deeply, taking it all in, filling my lungs with fresh air.
The feeling taking over is one of peace and a new appreciation of life.
My soul is no longer suppressed, it flies freely as I breath in and out.
That which has constricted and bound me is gone.
I am now free to move forward with ease,
just as the water flows by ever changing.
As the wind caries the baby bird on shaky wings,
Teaching it to fly.
I am that baby bird and I am ready to fly.
I open my eyes and see the new beauty of the world that surrounds me.
©JennaClaireDouglass