When the window opens to the sun,
Of a blue sky and the singing dawn,
I sense my breath is moving to,
A way to feel the early morn,
To take the world and show I know it,
Give the love that lives beyond.
The door below, it has been open,
Though in effect is always closed,
I know that I can go and use it,
But Id rather watch the dawn;
Like the songbird on my tree,
Singing with an early dew,
Flying then, with arms outstretched,
Knowing, that I am free.
SCA, 13 Dec 2010
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