If we came back to earth, born as birds,
I´d be nightingale & sing in feathered
words,
Or maybe, I´d be a swooping young swallow,
So that within blue skies, I would dip
& wallow.
If we came back as birds, born upon this
earth,
I´d be penguin, wadding about in my suit of
mirth,
Or maybe I would be, that mightiest bird of
prey,
Summoning all up high & with me, to soar
& play.
If we come
back as birds, one far & distant day,
I´d be peacock,
with vivid bright plumes arrayed,
Or maybe
I´d want to be, the gentle pearly dove,
Showing all
the world, how to, unconditionally love.
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