There is ever a beyond of mystery; for the more
we know the more we wonder.
George Tyrrell
Fly away wishes
Become bright white fluttery butterflies,
Swings sweeping high into the sun-filled air,
Become horses galloping
Across the pasture when I whistle;
Become barn swallows dipping and gliding
Like black satin ribbons in the wind,
Hawks with red tail feathers;
Become eagles soaring above the river,
Silver fish swimming upstream toward the rapids,
White clouds drifting overhead,
White clouds drifting overhead,
Dragonflies on lazy summer days,
Fly! Fly! Fly!
What’s Good About Home! 
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