Posted by We value the shy if they have feathers,
Glorious colors and song their compliment
Soaring high apart and gliding past unseen
Gracefully picking gravity’s pocket.
In sky their thoughts bear no regret
Each mighta, coulda, shoulda gone
Sharing freely each grateful wing
Opportunity, adventure, even love in flight.
Who are we that we cannot get off?
Power to fly, see and be our own,
When life rejects and bulges veins
We can paint our feathers, sing our songs, find our raptor!