Beautiful Flower ~

Beautiful Flower ~

Quiet Simple Beautiful She glows with Golden Light She wakes up in The morning And She bustles In the night Soft to touch She waits for Rain to feed Her gentle Face Stretch and bend And up She goes With … Continue reading

Freedom of the Eagle I Once Was

When I was an eagle
I would soar through the skies
Wind in my face
Pushing against my feathers
With the force of the gods

When I was an eagle
I would fly over oceans
Mountains and forests
Taking in lands no man
Had yet dared to explore

When I was an eagle
I would leap from small branches
Atop cliffs high above valleys
Never stopping to wonder if my wings could indeed carry me

When I was an eagle
Eyes sharp, talons at the ready
Eliciting fear in tiny creatures
Scampering in grass below
I cowered from no one

I soared to great heights
Trusting my wings
To carry me abroad and back home
Nestled in rock overlooking
My land of the free and the brave