Be like a bird who,
Pausing in her flight
On a limb too slight
Feels it give way beneath her…

And sings, sings
Knowing she hath wings.
And sings, sings,
Knowing she hath wings.

For Anita

I like to think that you might be a bird,
And always fly along the beach
Or soar at sunrise in a rainbow sky.
May your spirit fly free.

And always feel the rush of wind,
And see the sparkle of light on water,
And soar above the Earth in blessing,
A creature born anew.

And see the radiance of the morning mists,
And sail in beauty until your heart if full.
A being born anew…
I like to think all this of you.