A winters day voice Not native Offers a choice So positive Calls to the summer and spring That have been And will be again It is not a curse It’s a word in life’s verse And the way it must be To set us free A connection from life's collection Some kind of perfection Some hint of redemption Looking left then right Seeking some insight Standing earthbound Feet firmly on the ground At the crossroads corner There are those who can see How great it must be The joy of soaring Above everything The gift of flight With bones so light They will not be held down What would you give To be able to live Like that
