Drifting high in the open sky,
Like a cloud on a brisk day.
Having no care, just looking for fare.
Searching here, searching there, seeing all.
The wind sails him with gentleness,
Like a leaf mimicing his every move.
With a quick tilt of his wings,
A new path is composed.
continuing on his journey,
To float ever endlessly up in the air.
By Darwin Brown 3-31-05
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