by Jeph Johnson
bees in the ointment
honey to the fly
my disappointment
reaches to the sky
pretty things
sprouting wings
fly high as they climb
I am grounded
world renowned
I wave at passers by
reaching out as high up
as I could ever go
past all of god's love
to be part of the show
I am now the autumn leaf
that flurries in the wind
falling from the tree of life
back to the ground again
I really love this one. It is very nice.