The wing held strong a graceful curve
and matched its brother's fight. They soared!
And so this pair of graceful moves
did stroke their marks on blue canvassed skies,
and lifted high the sparrow's song,
a joyful melody of flight and freedom;
to rain upon the earth below.
Such beauty indeed in the airy show
is but known to those whose hearts and minds,
set free from want by heartfelt need,
and seeing where all is seen,
want to cross the starry sky,
have let imagination and colored
words paint the scene upon the mind, and soar!
And too the art is carefully made,
and signed in beauty upon the soul
the mark of joy
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