Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I cannot see that bird in the sky
There must be the blue forever
I cannot see that bird in the sky
There must be a wire to alight upon
I cannot see the fish golden orange
There must be black water
I cannot see the fish golden orange
There must be land around the black water
I cannot see the shady oak
There must be hidden roots
I cannot see the shady oak
There must be dark soil
It is all empty of self made self..............

good theme and poem.