On wings of poetry fly in summer sky,
on thermal wind you watch the world below,
your kingdom, clouds; you rule from there on high
Oh mighty emperor such grace bestow.
I sit and watch from farmer’s gate and smile,
when souls can soar, I’ll fly with you in dreams.
To feel the wind embrace my core awhile
as sun rays dance in shattered glassy streams.
Then diving down, a spiral descent to earth,
carrion hunter lands to feed on meat,
No waste to rot, the circle turns, rebirth,
as nature’s lore echoes in her heart beat.
Blessed Be!
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