flying

maybe in the oddest way

we have just hatched

into a another place

we sit on a branch

on the tree of life

we look afraid

clinging

frozen to our past

as grace would have it

she whispers a little breeze

we sway and tumble

afraid to fall

but suddenly graceful as a dove

we spread our wings

and fly into the great unknown

carrying seeds of hope

to travelers in the dark

the broken people

broken wings

flying

flying

soaring on a crest

sailing through the trees

towards freedom

a place where we are best

a beautiful green blueish sea

a landing place of safe

defined

democracy

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