Each morning walk,i collect a feather
and a stalk from a stranger's garden
They are in Beauty's Path.I gather as i move.
My garden still blooms both green and red
My feathers will one day make wings
enough to lift above myself/looking down
upon gardens and birds gathered around watering holes
made for refreshment.Such as this one.Drink deep!
Walking Beauty is also Winged Beauty round a Garden
Those birds we hear and see are aerial surveillance
They are also looking for gardens where they might wing in
across borders and fences,walls and cameras
Birds make forests ,gardens call to birds
We are all in this one world together
Everywhere there is a garden
We grow in them.Wings fly to and through them
That is why i collect beauty-feather by feather,seed by seed
We must become the birds and gardens that we need.
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