- Vol. 09
- Chapter 04
pitter patter, pitter patter
my eyes, like wings, are o'en
my mind, like flight, is o'en
my heart, like life, open
with spring the dawn, new days new sun
with wings they fly, bringing them home,
gliding flapping, fluttering free
flicker open, blinking to see
beauty unmatched, with artistry
flying canvas, nature's art piece
though swarmed I feel, no fear but hope
immersed with, kaleidoscope
with new bright plume, they've shed their truss
eager to find, their nesting place
they drift as one, winged rhythmic beat
roving yet home, though nomadic
and like them I, all at once feel
unique but one, spoke of a wheel
by fluttered flight, I look to dwell
with unknown they, a herd to tail
they fly so close, they sound so near
wings grace my nose, tasting my tears
pitter patter, pitter patter
yet as I reach, away they fly
their flapping wings, a wave goodbye
alone again, but not the same
nature surrounds, runs through my veins
my eyes, like wings, are o'en
my mind, like flight, is o'en
my heart, like life, open