I look at the sky
And see the vastness of the blue
Stretching out to mystery,
And wish my dreams had wings
Like those of a hawk
To circle the sky keenly
In search of a good opportunity
From a limited space below
Because things often hide in plain sight.
If they could find one,
They would swoop to grab it
Under the blue canopy
Containing rafts of suspended vapor,
And end up in an amazing place
Where buds bloom.