It’s not enough
to get it
done.
In the
very bones
that make us
tough,
In our
core,
there is a
joy
that still
survives,
above the
clouds
where the
sky
shines
brilliant blue.
Like the
birds, we can fly,
high, we
graze the sky
and feel
the blowing wind
behind our
wings.
Even in
our strongest steel,
we find a
place to feel,
the waves
of singing
rising from
the song book
of our soul.
Rejoice!
It´s an
unchained choice
to sing a melody,
to the
clouds,
the birds,
the bees,
a living legacy,
of our
humanity.
-K. Cronick
