Thru murk and mire and bogs I’ve tread
unto the open fields
cascading dress doth touch the ground
where sun doth cast its zeal

Mornings breeze unto your soul
where you and world doth touch
There is a way within it all
to free yourself once clutched

Sweet bird is trapped within a cage
now you must set her free
open the door and watch her fly
soars high so she can breathe

Her wings she spreads unto the world
her song she gives to thee
Her colors vibrant rainbow shed
casts love harmonically

Shelter naught sweet bird of world
for she’s loved in many forms
emerging past to mornings dawn
her image has conformed

Into her eyes through ancient times
a remembrance being forged
spellbound you’re found within her soul
with landscapes now that merge

Touch her wings with kisses sweet
bruise not her feathered soul
Go in flight like pods to reap
love’s harmonic band of gold

Carolee Dennis-Woosley
February 24, 2013