Wednesday, September 7, 2022

230/365 - Whigmaleerie


The sky is blue
this much I know
and like the birds
we're free to fly
we're free to come and go

There are no borders
there are no walls
to keep us in close

And in the hills
above The Town
the redwoods still grow
and the Bay is still clean
no need for testing

so swim!
and run!
and breathe!
and sing!

No worrying!

This magic land
that could have been
without the greed
without the corruption
without disregard
for all wellbeing


 

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