
Bright blue horizon—
buckled into a tin can,
refugees dream big.

Bright blue horizon—
buckled into a tin can,
refugees dream big.

Walking down the aisle—
birds sing, twigs crunch underfoot,
to wed adventure.

City of chessboards
where the winds knock you over
yet you win a view.

Flying kangaroo,
returning homeward those tired
souls with deep pockets.