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
Poem contributed by KOW TAO
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