A flashing red signal fluttering by
Orange mixed with black against a blue sky
The soft whispers of wings murmuring on
Flying flowers fade fast, they float and are gone
The color of green from highest canopy
Wind rustles, stills
Life slowly wild and firmly free
Grows slower and higher than we
Without any frills
Scent of water that clings to the ground
Those standing, listening, and freely bound
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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