Birds That Fly

As a wanderer, I gaze upon their flight

Sailing in the skies, they float and fight

Birds they aren’t just, travelers they are

Clap we do, when we see their formation

Sing they do, like a morning’s ovation

And migration moves them place to place

Winters in the south, westward for peace

*Dedicated to all those who travel in search of opportunity and make their own fortune.

30th May 2014

So say the people, the heart wants what it wants
Should we too then not want what the heart wants? But
A frame of desire and wealth may cloud our truth
The appreciation of true beauty and true wisdom
Will deliver humans the most of love and life
Many shall know over time that this is the truth
Simply astounded, they learn that they've learnt nothing yet!