Earth's Child
By Florence T
Published 23 February 2021
A beautiful bird glided through the air, a musical cry made me want to fly, to the moon, but all too soon it disappeared and I was left to rest.
Lying down in the grass, I felt the past flutter over me like a song.
I’m one with the Earth, I’m one with my soul.
Just letting time slip through my grasp, but alas, I wake.
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