Oh, we’re soaring now.
Soaring, soaring
High above the trees.
Higher, higher
High above the trees.
But we cant stay too high for long
No.
We must find somewhere to perch,
If only ’til the morn.
Let’s perch here for a while,
But just for a while to be sure.
Nothing but sunny skies today.
Soaring, soaring
High above the trees.
But I can’t stay on this branch no more.
No.
We must keep on flying.
We must find another way,
Another way to soar.
the twigster and her sister,
Josephine & Francesca
PS: If you find yourself in Woodstock, NY, stop by Candlestock. This candle store has some of the most unique candles I have ever seen.
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