Free to Speak, Watch us Fly Free

We will soar to heights denied to eagles.

We will dive to new-found depths.

We will allow ourselves to be children

Skipping dimpled hand in dimpled hand.

We will waltz across entire continents

We will float across rivers, lakes and chasms.

We will hold each other high, and never let go.

We will croon to each other when we are low.

We will speak each other’s language.

We will create new notes for new lyrics to sing.

We will warble songs that rose to night skies

Before the very first spark lit the very first fire.

We will speak without talking.

We will speak on the run.

We will speak without moving.

We will speak of the unspeakable.

We will speak of emotion. Yes, of love.

Yes, of love. Of love, yes. Yes, of love.

Will speak with freedom, of freedom,

For freedom, about freedom. Free,

Will grow new without fear of losing

The least of the old. C e l e b r a t e

The sun, the moon, and the stars.

We will feather grateful leaves on magnificent trees.

We will mesmerize readers into appreciating green.

We will honor the bear and the wolf and the fox.

We will sway atop elephants, and shiver atop branches

Eye-to-eyeing tigers, lions and panthers,

Aquamarine pools, butter-yellow bees,

Hot purple parrots and long sunning snakes.

None will we neglect in our free-roaming quest

To gather and honor Nature’s gifts without trapping

One single creature into surrendering its freedom.

We will not only see them, and hear them,

Smell them, and feel them, we will be them

For brief but miraculous instants only

The free have the privilege of speaking

Freely. God-granted, we will, yes, will

Will to speak free.

(c) Phyllis Jean Green, August, 2004