
Slowly turning kaleidoscopes
Dawn scrambled colors on grated clouds
Purples hang under shades of blues
Over orange laid on yellow
Grass seeds framed a naked tree
Dancing in the amber light
Contrail splits the lavender sky



A crane flew to the moon one night
A silhouette against the cool light
Icarus flew close to the sun
He burned his wings, fell back to earth
The crane asked the broken man
“Why oh why are you such a fool? Men are not meant to fly!
Why oh why try to fly to the sun when by and by…”
The crane said with a heavy sigh
“…you know that you will surely die!”