In the middle of the mountains,
just over the rainbow, I sing
with my feathered friends.
Soaring to new heights
gracefully gliding
with the wind uplifting me.
Riding the rainbow waves
of light, singing and dancing
in the rain.
Grateful for a home, food,
water, a soft bed and
miles and miles of smiles
whilst surrounded by
the ancient ones.
WingSpan Poetry Project 