• Doves


    Bright white doves flying high in the sky,
    I wonder what it would be like to fly as each day passes by.

    I wish I could fly so I could see,
    everything and everyone that is below me.

    As I fly past every single tree,
    all the critters and creatures scurry and flee.

    As I wake up from my dream I look all around,
    and all of a sudden I hear a small little sound.

    Not too soft and not too loud,
    I'm mistified by a small little cloud.

    Something was in it but I could not see,
    and as soon as it saw me it flew out my window with a swoosh.

    Something small and white, and I knew what it was,
    not a creature nor critter, but a small white dove.