Where did you come from,
now you’ve caught my eye?
You need to live a little –
learn to fly,
before you fall upon the ground
and die.
In your solitude,
now what will you do?
Caught in a breeze
from the open sky –
first you leap,
followed by a sudden pause;
don’t get too close,
otherwise it’s goodbye!
Floating
in a most peculiar way –
where are you going now,
what can you see?
Exploring your world
with a God given grace,
like a man
drifting silently in space…
(A poem from the book 'Mr Blue Sky' by O. Phillips © 2009)
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