Blossom of white winding
Binding beauty between skies
Trying to set free all birds
Clipped wings singing a song
Wrongly accused of flying too high
Sighing as children hear no
Crowing for creative play
Saying young ones listen
Glistening internal with resonance
Insisting inside that these adults stop hiding
Confiding intoxicating bevages
Leveraging authority to feel power
Fully alive in some strange reality
Complexity arises then gets smothered to ashes
Clashing with a voice trying to surface skyward.