it's not where i am but where i'd like to be
under the brilliant hues of an old oak tree
listening to the hurried hunt of a squirrel
and the songs of a bird as he sings to the world.
feeling the energy from the warmth of the sun
opposing the forces of wind as i run
watching the butterfly dance with the bee
it's not that i am, but that i hope to be free
(c) melissa irwin 1998
Monday, February 15, 2010
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