who are you that flies so high
above the earth where i stand?
do you see me as a living being
like yourself
or am i like a tree with life
unmovable
and embedded in terra firma?
i envy you
a free spirit
though you are rooted
in the land like me.
i have no wings on the outside.
my wings soar on the inside
so i cannot reach you.
yet i believe in the ephemeral
we are sisters
you and me, totally different
yet the same in god’s universe.
StoryGirl 