I don't like being earth bound
I'll spread my wings heavenward
and listen for the sound
of wings a rustle in the breeze
as tiny bits of fluff float on
fluffy white clouds away up high
and tiny faeries play nearby
in the cove of moss, telling secrets
from the underground of nasty dirty trolls
You see, the faeries know the good the bad
the ugly lies that are told
They spread their cheer of goodness near
the ears of young and old.
Soaring Feather (c) 02.27.07