Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Fly High


Free the bird from the gilded cage.
Let him fly in clear blue sky.
Don't let fear inhibit wings,
That were meant to fly on high.

3 comments:

Dorthe said...

Marie,
your little bird maybe wants to fly--yes-he looks so sweet sitting there ,though--such a wonderfull cage, and standing upon the beautifull piece of old tulle-it is gorgeus, dear friend.
XO, Dorthe

Ann said...

what a sweet bird that is and love the poem

Diane said...

Yes!!!
Hugs and blessings,
Diane