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Flight is the Dream by Emily De Silva

oh Nature Boy,

had you known if it wasn’t there?

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open air open heart,

     speeding past as a dying dart

 

skin hair carefree and fair,

     fair as the wind blows

 

dry bones sending shivers

     atop of waking water

 

naked trees sharp, let them

     sway from your breeze.

           

breathing oxygen on the tongue,

     meeting birds racing lungs

 

distant mountains without hills,

     climb and reach till you feel their chills

 

zip past let the storm cast,

     ole tunes, whispering near noon

 

let pine needles graze hell

     while you search for the broken shell

 

oh Nature Boy hurry

     before the squirrels stop scurrying

 

dip your body low,

     lower, slower, forever

 

let no owl divert your path,

     no stream reining your current

 

rise faster, run longer,

     up, up, up

 

racing across fields, until

     bush and bulrushes scrape your knees

 

following, following, and

     chasing your dream.

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