There is no limit


There Is No Limit


There is no limit

of how they dance the space:

be North, be East,

they always win the race!


They fly straight up,

no matter, West or South:

they never land

in smartest fox’s mouth!


They are so small!

In Joy they flap sweet wings.

They play with wind,

when wild tornado spins.


A tiny bud,

a swallow speedy arch!

Crossing the continents

to land by us in March!


Oh, what a marvel,

Flyer-Masters bringing

Spring on small wings,

with Singer-Masters singing!





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