Flock

Twisting and turning Together they drift Tossed on the wind The group does not split As a flock They’ll go where they’ll go But with just one flap Dissention does show There’s one who has chosen To separate On spread wings he’ll fly To claim his own fate

Fade

Covered by fallen leaves And orange pine needles Once green; Acorns on the ground Become lost treasures To be found; By squirrels Who prepare For autumn’s sundown; When a pointed finger Issues an icy demand, “Colors, fade. You must follow Winter’s plan.”

Wings

  Gone as far As you can go On feet that carried you Steady and slow? You’ve reached the top Or so you thought Until you realized There’s much more you want. You’ve got wings to grow And places to go A whole world to see… One full of promise, and possibility.

Splintered

A fallen fragment That once stood tall Appears broken, downtrodden Very nearly forgotten But from rings of strength Formed through tests and trials New purpose exists For what’s now tired …Splintered… Into a shelter Ready to share Storms it’s been through For out of its wounds Life is born anew