
Find your habitat
The seagull does not hurry
as it sails the thermals,
Seeming so calm and content.
At times he will dive,
catch a fish;
Eat and rise in harmony again,
except when he finds the flock
Busy fighting on land.
Fighting for remnants,
scraps that we left behind.
Many say no. I want to be free,
find my food in the sea;
Then ride the wind and thermals.
Learn about the sky, the sea and wind.
Learn to be free.
Miriam Ivarson
