Wings Of Joy

Young and unabashed, he and brother,

Rushed swiftly to the fields,

Waving and shouting.

No pricks, no thorns could take them down.

Just the belief that nothing could stop them,

Nothing could break them, their spirit.

Cutting through the wind, passing through the crops.

The setting sun feeling its light on their rough skin.

“Oh, the both of you there. Where you heading?”

A little glimpse of the old woman from the boys,

“To see the chug-chug”

Wide as an eclipsed moon, she smiled.

She knew what it was to see the chug-chug.

Still on their feet, almost a wing like feeling.

Are we flying?

The feet above the ground, wind hitting even harder.

Parrots and sparrows alongside, there’s now no difference.

“I’m now a bird”

“Wheeeee…”

A cry of pure joy, unadulterated by the adult that’s about to come,

This was unbelievable.

Such brief moment of joy, came to a close, keeping them on feet back

again.

The chug-chug had passed, but that was no more, cause they dreamt of

flight.

On came hastily, was mother, “Where were you kids?”

Held their hands and led them into the setting sun, back to their shack.

But there still, for them, they flew,

High above dreaming mortals, but no one knew.

And so they flew, on wings of joy.