You are a light in the sky –
a thin strip, leaving a sign,
where you enter the meaning,
looking down on everything you are seeing
You fly like a bird of the seas,
calling friends – working bees
to a feast, where the winds meet
on a small island, spiritual magnet
You stay and I fly away.
“Do not change” - I pray.
My spirit of freedom is crying out
with my thoughts being loud