The Wren
Standing on the edge,
There is fear and there is love
I look down and tremble
I gaze up at the ocean
blinking blinking
Two hands unfold apart
lifting my left leg then my right
Two hands fold back again
Will my mother push me?
Will I be eaten?
I think not
and flew away, letting nature take its course
I feel like writing today, I was thinking should it be a comedy for you all to enjoy? or something serious for you to imagine. so there you have it.