Sometimes, when I’m blue I wish I were a bird,

so I could fly high above my shame and sadness,

feel the wind on my face,

and gaze at the glorious colors and shapes below.

The world is beautiful,

And there’s joy in remembering it is so.

Life is the great wonder,

to be lived, shared, and adventured,

explored and loved.

My sadness cycles and fades as night dances with the day,

but the laughing river and the wise mountain remain,

as does the joy we have at hand.