Peeking orange light
broken by the arms of trees⚊
burning away frost
Night silence broken
with their melodious cries;
a thousand voices
Piercing woven trills⚊
impossible harmonies
of avian song
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Tailwind: Poems by a Teenage Naturalist
Poetry🕊️A 2018 Watty's Longlisted Work!🕊️ ...the girl asked the raven how she could fly. The Raven told her it was easy. All she needed was a tailwind to help her heart soar. Flight lets you see the world from a different perspective. My eyes are ope...
