Having Flown

a little bird told me

I watch curiously
as you sit
in softest moss~
touching tenderly,
gratefully, the dear,
most precious Earth.

I tilt my head
and can see with my
small black eyes,
by the reverence 
in your smile~
by the gentleness
of your touch,
that you are a listener.

You too are 
a little one who can see.
And so I invite you
to fly with me!
Above the sacred 
Circle of Trees.

So brave of you
to come along!
To meet the Sky,
to learn my song!
That on the ground, 
and in the air;
in the EveryWhere
you belong!

You, back to moss.
and I, back to tree.
Both having flown,
happy and free. 

Thank you, my friend,
for noticing me. 

A spontaneous written response to a lovely encounter. 
I hope it offers some levity in the midst of all the heaviness. 
Wishing you wings and all good things.
~Cheryl Anne