The crane long and white

Spanning wide on morning breeze gently glides

Ever so smooth and low

Suspended in air and time slowed

Within vast crystal blue

Stilled above dewy grasses

In open spaces shared by oaks

And dripping mosses

Greets me in glorious fleeting

in simplicity and elegance

stretching into the now without strain of being

and shows me how to be Above

Published by Kow Tao

Observer and Poet inter alia

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