When I’m upset,

I like to come out here,

This place I would like to weave,

Where I can sit on the rocks

With my feet in the water,

With the sun dancing across the ripples,

Where my heart can be the shore,

And it tucked wildflowers

Between the pages,

Petals and pollen spiralled

Like constellations,

Still whispering of the breeze

And of the shooting stars;

There are hundreds

Of thousands

Of wings in our world,

Each one a simple perfection

Dancing in the spotlight

Of the sun,