The owl gave me a book
I was excited to open it
Is it a book of wisdom?
So I can follow it, a river
ever flowing, a bird knowing
its way home
But when I read it, what came
To me is a cacophony of sad poems
The melancholy of death songs
The owl looks at me
His bulging eyes filled with questions
His huge body carved by half-moon
Unmoved by my restless hands
Then he points to me a pen
Nudging me to write my words
Listen to my tides & heartbeat
Grow my own feet & feathered wings
Map and unmap my journey
I want to fly to the sky, I say
The owl is still, waiting for me
I scratch the pages with ink
I scour the edges with electric
moods and soulful dances
A flow of energy curls within, crisp as rain
I lose myself in the salt of verses
and valley of melodies and refrains
I forget where I am
Standing on a tree of life
Singing to the wind - my song
Artist: Catrin Welz-Stein
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