Skylark
She flies through cobalt colored skies
Filtered with sunlit colored rays
When she soars
Hearts also soar
Free spirit on the wing
With a song so sweet to sing
In a forested evening shade
With odors of fall and her song in the glade
Softly the forest children appear
To see skylark not on the wing
But yet with a beautiful song
So sweet to sing.
poem by John Shea
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