two sisters they stood
in an old fairie wood
they reached for the sky
their beauty a sigh.
once a bird built its home
in this green, lushy dome
it had a big heart
and made a careful remark:
'oh my allies, oh trees,
I don‘t want to tease
but don‘t you miss to fly
above yourself, quite high?‘
the sisters, full of love
for every creature above
whispered with the wind
bound to the ground, twinned:
'oh feathered friend,
how lovingly you tend
our crowns full of light
your rest after flight.
levitation unseen
growth libertine
we are so free
so much space to be.
deep down in the soil
after years of toil
our roots reach high -
the dark, fertile earth
another kind of sky.‘