The Answer Poem by Thomas Plotz

This isn't done - My Sun My Baby
Everything - is left, to do
Our Promise, from on top of the hill
Still, needs to be filled

Our family gave - the blessing
Wave now, for we have the time
To make us climb the distance
Give us another thyme

Take my hand, and
We will plan, to soar - Free
Don't Drop Me, hold me tight
Baby, This Is Where We Begin

Free on the whirlwind
Free as the birds in the sky
Free as the Red Tailed Hawk, glides
Over The Willows - stretching out there
Golden arms of leaves
Wishing you would embrace my perch
Take my hand, and land
Loving this tree home and - Stay