Skylark
singing
deep,
high,
in a summer
of blue,
she unfolds
the skies
with birdsong,
whispering winds
and wings,
the passing
of moments
hidden
from view,
for rare
is the summer
so golden,
her skies
so bright,
with clouds
sailing,
across heavens
of seas,
and tides
so full
of life,
and new,
so better
then
she lifts not
the dreams
of tomorrow,
instead
keeping
the now
high above
and beyond,
in true.
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