Today, beneath a clear blue sky, I saw a million flecks of life set sail upon a balmy breeze,
ColonizationOctober 22 2007
Each fleck. hopeful of success. to find a piece of earth as fertile and the last.
Most took no altitude, wafted, drifted and fell as clumps upon the grass.
A precious few, but thousands still, took flight for new horizons, hopes set upon untilled pastures far away.
If I were them I would not choose to fall upon the trusted soil but would lift my sail and cast my lot upon that sunny sky.