imaginations take flight
thoughts flutter around like birds below the line of the universe
trying to make some silly formation
a formation that can be seen
can be voiced, can touch the earth
can touch the life upon the ground
a formation is made
an explosion
the birds scatter
each going it's own way
torn, scared, confused
unable to make another formation
unable to gather thoughts, to understand
sunlight streams through trees
birds here and there greet the morning
unaware of their fellows pain
unaware of the broken wings, the lose
thoughts struggle to find flight
broken wings may heal
eventually a bird flies from a tree
a young one, a new one
birds that knew the sound of screaming
that felt that explosion, that changed their world
some came and flew with that bird of hope
the one that was able to make a new formation
a formation of thoughts
a formation that was strong
that overcame the explosions
that allowed the thoughts to settle
the formation that touched life
that was voiced and seen upon the ground