A new twist on flip books.This one named "The Lark" inspired by the wonderful Mary Oliver poem.
"And I have seen,at dawn,the lark
spin out of the long grass and into the pink air --its wings,which are neither widenor over strong,fluttering --the pectorals ploughing and flashing for nothing but altitude --and the song bursting all the while from the red throat.
And then he descends,and is sorry.His little head hangs and he pants for breath for a few moments among the hoops of the grass,which are crisp and dry,where most of his living is done --and then something summons him again and up he goes,his shoulders working,his whole body almost collapsing and floating to the edges of the world.
We are reconciled, I think,to too much.Better to be a bird, like this one --an ornament of the eternal.As he came down once, to the nest of the grass,“Squander the day, but save the soul,”I heard him say."
Mary Oliver
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