Whoosh is my name / by Zander Ford

Flocks of wingtipped arrows shoot

Thru liquid crystal sky

Blazing contrails of music

As they pass by


A Whoooshhhshhhshh!!

As one organism

One being


I can feel their morning delight

Returning to the sea

After a long night

In some hidden tree


Ah, ocean!

We are here to sing your songs again!

Such a lovely morning

Hello my friend!


Spiraled tornados diving

This way and that

Magnetic compasses

Chirp chirp

And

Ratta tat tat