Bird
Sometimes I’m the bird
Sometimes the tree
Sometimes cold wind
Blows right through me
Sometimes the song
Comes steady and strong
Sometimes all I can do
Is keep
.
Holding
.
On
this fragile tent
a blog about small beautiful things
Bird
Sometimes I’m the bird
Sometimes the tree
Sometimes cold wind
Blows right through me
Sometimes the song
Comes steady and strong
Sometimes all I can do
Is keep
.
Holding
.
On
this fragile tent 
Beautiful – keep holding on!
Yes – it is hard these days and your words capture the truth beautifully. But we hold on together !! Blessings