Dance of the spirit

[Homo_Ingenuus]

When I was a kid a long time ago

I felt the spirit flow

when I found in a field of heather

one white and lonely little feather.

I knew it belonged to a bird so far

a dove, the symbol for peace not war.

So I raised my head and glanced

into the bright blue sky above

where gracefully the little dove

glided besides sunrays and danced.