Time To Fly
The sun watches all from high in the sky
caterpillar to butterfly, miracles so small
when wings become dry it’s time to fly.
Everything smells wonderful and clean
flowers and grasses grow so tall
the sun watches all from high in the sky.
In the warmth, my mood is serene
outside the sunlight touches all
when wings become dry it’s time to fly.
There is magic in the color green
and music plays in nature’s call
the sun watches all from high in the sky.
The spirit renews in life’s routines
slow and steady the protocol
when wings become dry it’s time to fly.
Many mysteries remain unseen
constantly changing our tiny blue ball
the sun watches all from high in the sky
when wings become dry it’s time to fly.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
This is my first Villanelle and I hope it’s written correctly. Written with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub. Shared with my friends at Poets United.
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