“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
― Leonardo da Vinci
photo © Valentyn Volkov Volkov
Learning to fly, said the fly to the toad,
is an awfully easy thing to do.
Just think of where you want to go,
then flap real hard and you will surely go.
“That’s ok, if you have wings” said the toad with a moan.
The fly just smiled and said,
“Let your eyes look up and do the talking,
and then you will be walking,
straight to where you want to be.”
“But, I’m hungry now!” said the toad to the fly,
“and you will surely die!”
With a flick of his tongue,
as quick as a gun,
he licked that fly right out of the air.
Then swallowed real hard, that really wasn’t fair,
to poor old fly that could no longer fly.
The toad burped out loud and let out a sigh
then pronounced, “I guess it was your time to die.”
And in the darkness, the fly said one last goodbye,
before being absorbed by toad’s gastric juices,
no doubt a loser, or so it would seem.
For within a moment the fly found himself in a dream.
Lifted up from out of his pulped body,
he ascended real high up into the light,
it was such a glorious sight,
oh what a flight!
He was not dead, no need to dread,
for life existed beyond the song,
and there he joined other souls’ along,
the very long road that pulsed with elephant, human and pine,
all singing fine,
to the heart of universal life.
© 2013 Bridget Cameron
Bridget Cameron 