the floatation of surrounding gravity
like a crows burst from branch to ground
unobsructed by obstacles in dogma
unflappable in her maternal quest
through icy wind slanted voiceful rain
warnings are but mere abstactions
when targeting goals for survival
nestled in protective intertwined vines
the feast is formulated venue to pirch
like an infinite clasping of water bubbles
spread by conscience deliverance of visions
the roots of seedlings nurtured for flight
soaring as we speak!
by ritt