In a field of spring flowers stood a pig and a cow, both gazing skyward and wondering, how?
If we had wings said the cow, we too could fly, just like purple Martins rising on high
With that the pig pondered and gathered his thought, then gave to the cow the reply he had wrought
If we had wings said the pig, I think we would be more like the chickens over there ‘neath the tree
More content with the food that we find at our feet, than achieving the goal of a lofty retreat
You see, wings aren’t the things that cause us to fly, it’s in the knowing where one’s priorities lie
Scott Fuss