The Eagle and the Vulture
Both soar high in the sky, the Eagle seeks prey...
Clouds rise like eyelids
unveiling a bright blue sky...
I began to fall
like a soft, summer rain...
I can hear the rain
watch the branches move...
There she is, my moon
lighting my darkness, like a missing piece...
seven geese swim seven skies
across the wetlands, marsh, and tides...
Speechless roses fall victim to winter
dormant; within cracks of frozen earth...
In the shade of a
flower, she stacked petals of...
Each spring I return to the soil.
Upon my knees...
Deep forest green gives way
to natures soft subtle hues...
The colour fades
from her cheeks...
Like a large, black,
stag beetle, you give a sermon...