Getting off the Ground.

Getting off the Ground

Grounded to and by the Earth,
To feel her worth;
She's bounded

Anchored deep down,
To the heavy ground;
She yearns to be liberated

But if she spreads her wings wider,
And lets the wind guide her,
The sky will be her bed

So sleep tight, sweet Flyer,
For tomorrow much higher
Will you soar from this passing dread.

Picture Taken 5.1.08 @ 9:09 AM
Written 10.13.09 @ 11:34 PM