Maybe I\'m worried my words will run out.
So many I see - falling into the drought.
Is it caused by getting to a place of needing clout?
Will I ever find out?
Keeping it all in - I\'ll never know.
A life lived in the darkness - no way to grow.
Climb up to the aviary and let the birds go.
77 birds - said they were set free.
Curious how many will come and find me.
Flying in unison - perfect form and harmony.
A gift from the heavens for us all to see.
~I.S.~