Soaring high
Birds of the sky
You know your way
Across continents
No maps
No compasses
Just the seasons
To guide you directly
To warmer climes
Very intelligent bird...very intelligent writer...Ahhh..a bird that can guide us? Absolutely! And its true....Fly robin, fly! ! I like it... Cheers. Subroto
Soaring high in life one knows which is the better climes well said
A few choice words say it all so eloquently... very well done... Alf
How lovely. When I write, in my mind, I am soaring with those birds. You have captured the essence of poetic freedom in this one, dear Sandra. Love, Sandra
It's interesting how as we grow older; grow up, things which never seemed to be a big deal (we were used to them, sort of took them for granted, seeing them constantly) are suddenly realized to be such miracles. It's just that we grew immune to their magic and mystery from long association. Perhaps if we went into a long coma, then woke up and saw the world again..everything would seem like a magic show, a trick of the living god, a miracle performed solely for us.
a great truism and yearly event of magnitude done in such few lines and very well at that cheers
amazing write........ let the birds fly liketh the imaginations in you too fly over the sky.........
Such is nature's gift, nature's way...Godly....short and sweet...thanks Sandra for all your comments
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very illuminative and imaginative! inviting and inspiring! like Stravinsky Firebird on words!