(originally posted for my friend who I wrote this for)

to the birds, keep flying high.

do not build walls.

build towers.

build them tall. build them strong.

build them out of gold for that’s what your heart is made of.

some are friends who become foe.

some are lovers who become strangers.

but for family, let down you hair so we may climb up, bring you flowers and visit with your heart.

home isn’t a geographic place. it’s where loved ones are.

and we love you (sometimes violently).

but we always will cherish you.

so remember to build towers, not walls.

the view is positively wonderful and worth the climb anyone who is worthy of you will make the long journey up to see your view. don’t you ever forget.

love, your dutch unca