I’m swinging through the sky.
Take me high, oh so high.
I see people as dots
And cars in parking lots.
Wind is flowing through my hair.
As I cling tight to my chair.
Take me away, far away.
To somewhere special today.
TAKE ME AWAY
flying
TO BE A BIRD
Rise and Shine by Sabir Ayaz
Should I keep flying,
Or join my friends?
So many choices.
All are good.
The sun is setting,
warming my feathers.
My friends are swimming
with the current.
They look happy.
Content.
A beautiful day.
To be alive.
To be a bird.
KEEP FLYING
I’m flying.
In my dreams,
I’m soaring through the sky.
Over hills and streams,
valleys and cities.
Never having to stop.
Flying for miles and miles.
Should I land?
Why would I?
I can keep flying forever.
FLYING
I’m flying.
In my dreams,
I’m soaring through the sky.
Over hills and streams.
Valleys and cities.
Never having to stop.
Flying for miles and miles.
Should I land?
Why would I?
I can keep flying forever.
HANGING IN THE BALANCE
Life hangs in the balance.
Calm blue waters.
Pretty pink sand.
Palm trees waving in the breeze.
Life hangs in the balance.
One big burst of wind.
The palm trees will go flying.
Lifted from their roots.
From their anchor to the ground.
One small breeze.
One incidental shift in the wind.
And all could be gone.
The more precarious,
the more precious life becomes.
JUST KEEP FLYING
I’m flying.
In my dreams,
I’m soaring through the sky.
Over hills and streams.
Never having to stop.
Flying for miles and miles.
Should I land?
Why would I?
I can keep flying forever.
FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS PART V
What a beautiful bird.
I’m lost inside the rainbow
with a white bird.
It’s flying around me.
Round and round.
Velvety pink petals are falling.
This place seems nice.
But so quiet.
The bird isn’t making a sound.
Just circling me.
Then it flies off.
Should I follow it?
It’s hovering in the distance,
as if it’s waiting for me.
Okay.
Here goes.
Let’s follow the bird.
I’m almost caught up to it.
Now, it’s leaving me.
So have the petals.
In their place
descends a darkness.
I could feel its thickness,
surrounding me.
I see a light ahead.
I see people from my past.
Like a dream.
Oh no.
More like a nightmare.
Tomorrow will tell the tale.
Don’t forget to return.
Or I may be stuck in here forever.
THE DEAD GAME
They’re coming!
They’re coming for us.
No place to hide.
Huge bats are attacking.
Bats with human faces.
They’ve come to Oasis, Florida.
The church is burnt to the ground.
The Town Hall’s windows
are shattered to pieces.
Nowhere to run.
No place to hide.
Stay away.
Stay clear of Oasis.
The Dead play for keeps.
THE DEAD GAME
A BIRD
Rise and Shine by Sabir Ayaz
To keep flying.
Or to join my friends.
So many choices.
All are good.
The sun is setting.
I can feel its warmth
on my feathers.
While the warm breeze ruffles them.
The water looks calm.
I can see my friends swimming
with the current.
They look content and happy.
What a beautiful day
to be alive.
To be a bird.
KEEP FLYING
I’m flying.
In my dreams,
I’m soaring through the sky.
Over hills and streams,
valleys and cities.
Never having to stop.
Flying for miles and miles.
Should I land?
Why would I?
I can keep flying forever.
