Choosing What There Is To See Poem by FreeBird 02

Choosing What There Is To See
--FreeBird 02



How blue is the sky
When the clouds are grey
With each one drooping so low… and lower
Throughout the day?

How sturdy is the tree
When the winds blow hard each day
No rest for the weary
Just obligations to never fold
Keeps the backbone…
Strong threw days untold.

How deep is the body of water
With illusionary colors and tones
Some thoughts run shallow
While others run deep
Is the depth told by the body
Or,
The one who jumps in with both feet?

The day starts gloomy
With clouds of grey
But the more one offers to see
The higher the clouds lift…
Creating relief.


December 3,202