I was flying
Across the deep
And I saw the delicacy
Of life
Wrinkles on the faces
Of the old
So pure they glistened
Like awards
The joy of children
Running with abandon
Their laughter ringing
Like chimes in the wind
I saw the soft moving waves
Across the sea
And the trees releasing
Their rainbow leaves
Birds joined me on my flight
And I saw the surface of their wings
Adorned with patterns
Glorious and unfurled
I saw the tears of the sad
And the smiles of the glad
The suffering in mourning
And the celebration of birth
As I descended toward the ground
Slowly, slowly, softly
Slowly, slowly, softly
I saw the gentle grass of the field
And smelled the fresh earth
It was a perfect landing
© 2018 Timothy Moody
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