White birds against whiter sky
Lifted by thermal fly on high
Soaring gliding
On warm air rising
...
I can see a better place to be
One that waits for you and me
A place with ripe and fertile land
Never touched by human hand
...
White On White
White birds against whiter sky
Lifted by thermal fly on high
Soaring gliding
On warm air rising
Outstretched wings
Freedom riding
Free from acquiescent binding
A soliloquy of silent gliding
Reaching ever higher
Twisted sails
Of dreamed desire
Imaginary forces
Hanging on transparent wire
White birds that never tire.