Together, we fly, across the ridge

Still searching for a better place

Over the eskers, nowhere to land

Roadways are gone, without a trace

The water no longer runs its course

Stagnant, the air that surrounds it

Barren and dry, done by nature’s force

Only gravel and dirt, all around it

So we shall sail, swiftly, into the clouds

Hoping the sunlight will guide us along

Over the hills, we’ll travel and soar

Singing sweetly, our own birdsong

 

 

Writing Prompt – Over the esker – Day 27/31

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