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ONE BRIEF HOUR
If I could, for one brief hour, become a bird that soars
In silence on great majestic wings,
I would fly over forests, lakes at the start of autumn see
The beauty that it always brings,
Gaze at the rising sun, see the fall colours come alive
With dawn’s sweet gentle brush
Of beauty, hold my breath as I see the lakes come awake
And in the morn shyly blush,
See the sky’s colours in the still waters and turned to ribbons
In rivers and streams so fast.
Myriads of trees in the forests I see, thick with mixed green
Spread right before my eyes,
No human, I feel while as a bird, could ever for a moment
Gaze on this great prize.
I see one sign of human life, smoke rising straight and still
From a cottage small,
But no other signs of humans at that special moment in time,
Would I ever recall.
Oh, just for one brief hour let me on strong silent wings,
With just a whisper of sound,
See through the eye of soaring birds more new joys of nature
Than just being on the ground.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 20 April 2006