Come down from those branches

Way up High.

Flutter,

Floating,

Flapping,

Perching.

Vanished,

Carried by brother wind.

Come to me,

Sit with me.

Allowing…just to be.

Oh cicadas buzzing,

Crows crowing.

Warblers

And mocking jays.

Come down from those branches

Way up High.

~Ani Po