Tonight I dream of summer sky
Of of flying free, never asking why
All trouble vanish there up high
Where lovely birds sang trilling lullaby
Oh, come soar sweet warm summer sky© REDCAT
I couldn’t sleep. Again! So I gave up on tossing and turning. And wrote a little poem instead.
Inspired by this week’s Whirligig. Also posted to Writers’ Pantry #5: A Tiny Light at the End of the Plastic Tunnel