Oh take flight little bird in the sky

What is it like to leave the ground

But here I am

On the ground weighted with mud under my feet

Oh take flight little bird

At every tall tree

And every brook

You swing down and drift up

Carried by the winds without punishment

Oh take flight oh my youth!

Before it’s too late

And I’m stuck on the ground...

It’s 10:47 am. I am sitting in a quiet beautiful courtyard. The brick is slightly orange and tan, separated by small pieces of gray concrete. I sit at a four top table alone, my back facing the sun. A half of a bagel freshly coated and smothered in cream cheese sits in front of me, the other half already ate. My coffee cup is covered in condensation and the ice begins to melt. The air smells like ...

Trees are lonely too

For where can they go but where they are rooted

I find myself to be quite like them

I can run as far as I can see and yet nothing is better than where my roots are

But oh how much I long to reach the clouds!

And see the world from up there where birds are big and people small

Where the sun is closer and feelings drift in the wind

The trees that I know grow so tall they ho...

There’s a path sunny and long with you

And I’m so quick to fall in love

You’ve got to bear the silence awhile to write a song

Got to go up the twisty trial to get that crystal blue water

Oh but it’s so lovely at the top

Innit so blue?

Being alone and being lonely are two best friends

I love one and hate the other

Yet they both tag along

Birds with orange bellies keep me company enough

Y...

I dream

Of a winter that is warm

Of a summer with the snow

Of a springtime with the cold

I dream

Of a night that never ends

Where I’m with him yet again

And he holds me in his arms

I dream

Of a candle ever glowing

Of a fire ever burning

And a love that never dies

I dream

Of a land where the lion lays

With a lamb upon his shoulder

And our parents don’t get older

Nor are feet grow ever weary ...

Boring moments don’t really exist

If you choose to look up at the sky

Listen to the old tune that the birdies hum

Learn the names of the bugs

Open your hands, stick them in the mud

What can you lose?

Stillness beats like a drum...

I step down the two stone steps outside my home

My eyes wince from the bright yet cloudy sky

I walk to the only place I know

Music plays, yet not with instruments

The birds sing and chatter their melodies

As the frozen pond before me melts slowly into spring

The trees sway

The frogs croak

My face is red and cherry from the cold

I try to ignore the cars and their engines

Though few and fa...

I found a place where I can rest my head upon the old friend of calm

Where the waters never stop rushing

Not too fast they roll down the hill

Green, yellow, and blue are its colors streaming togther like a ribbon

A place where music floats across the air like a wave in the sea

Wind chimes aren’t needed because the wind drums to its own sound

The sparrows don’t fly, they dance through weeping ...

I used to have a piano that was light brown. It’s wood was worn and cracked and the seat squeaked as you sat down. It was next to the kitchen in the house I grew up in. I would get home from school, hang my backpack above the shoes and run to the piano. My mother would cook dinner in the kitchen and she would tell me songs she wanted me to play. I quit piano lessons a long time ago so I would do i...

We jump in the van, the sky still dark except for the few stars that sprinkle light. Looking out my window, the street seems to blend in with the foliage. 5:00 AM. The world is asleep for the most part, apart from nurses and a select few little kids that can’t seem to sleep in till a decent hour. My eyes feel heavy but not in a way of drowsiness. I feel at rest. From the back row, I listen to the ...