If you could fly
Like a sculpted dragonfly
You would soar above the gardens and the trees,
Swooping over the heads of unsuspecting flowers
Narrowly missing branches
Carving out lines through the air
Like an ice skater doing figure eights
Leaving a trail of ice sparks flying
"Dragonfly, what is it like to fly?"
If she could fly
Like a hummingbird
Flitting from flower to flower
Her wings beating so rapidly
Sipping and dipping with grace
Tiny sips before she rises effortlessly again
She's never there long enough to be caught
Her wings carry her to safety
"Hummingbird, do you hear music as you hover?"
If he could grow wings like a butterfly
Gossamer but strong
He would rise past the sickness and soar
He would remove his mask and let the air touch his face
Breathing deep and strong
Flying upward where the clouds are thin
Let his mask flutter to the earth,
Watching it spiral downward and downward more
"Butterfly, does the wind rock you as you fly?"
If we could glide like a hawk
Soar with our friends like in a dream
We'd rise with strength to the sculpture garden of clouds
We wouldn't have to hear words of hatred below
Our ears would hear only the sound of the wind
Whispering comforting sounds into our ears
"Things will be OK; be patient, my children."
"Hawk, how does it feel to glide on the breeze?"
Fly, my friends, feel the air gift you onwards and upwards
Forget your fears; gather strength for the flights ahead
For just as the butterfly finds the strength to fly endlessly
The hawk finds the strength to hunt
And the hummingbird's tiny wings find the capacity to continue
The dragonfly buzzes even when it is weary
So you will find the strength to fly forward and upward
Ascending over sickness, triumphing over enmity.
"Friends, fly for us, fly safely and always fly high."
Dedicated to those who fight against two different scourges; the virus and S'inat Chinam, causeless hatred.