Wings - Kadhja Bonet

As a child I played hockey

Idolised the ponies underneath

The saddles plain

And shoulders warring our country

Into night

Took a branch and then a ball

Found the greenest apple and carved and arrow

And saw it grow

And foraged into the forest without fear

Spied a bird with fragile wings

Cut a piece for balance, never more these passings

Tell me why does it worry this so much?

Worry this so much

Threw a shower to set her free

Tried to bend the arrow back into embroidery

But then her motor was bright in

Needle string

Cried and tried to make her breathe

Bath the sky the bird one

Thousand birds in every tree

So I could let mother find her

Rain on me

How to be a harmless man

I only wish to understand the power in my hands

Well time will show that a one man, come

Again

Took apprentice as a slave

Even angels wish to clip their wings and make mistakes

That oh, the apples get sweeter every year

Sweeter every year