Like a bird, I perched upon the rail
and saw that it was busy,
so much like inside my head.
And thought… I’d rather fly away
and sit within a quiet tree
and listen with content.
With my wings (I had forgotten)
I flew away from noisy clutter
and did the thing my heart desired.
It was joy who flew
and peace that met me there.
~Shelley Bell
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