Birdbath

Naturally I’m a wonderer, a nomad as some classify. A bit radical at times, free as a bird no burdens can weigh me down. I fly with em on my shoulders, wings weld the strength God gave me to soar, floating over the environment tainted with the soot of anxiety, depression, deceit, envy, reeks the air. As I seek the tree of life to nest in peace, I need rain, I need a lake, a pond, a beach with a sunset breeze to feel clean, I need, I need a birdbath. -L.H.

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