Flight of the Crow

As crows fly south,

To find greener pastures,

So my soul will find peace.

No more chaos and turmoil,

From my past,

When I let it go like the wind.

As the thermals lift my wings,

Soaring high above.

Looking down at the comical,

That I know as life,

How small our egos have made us.

Bickering and sniping at one another,

Fighting for the dearth of resources,

How sad humanity has become.

May we find another way,

To coexist in peace.

I say a little pray,

For my brothers and sisters,

At the end of each day.

PATHWAY TO JOY AND HEALING