Emperors of the sky,
Majestic birds so graceful they fly,
Building their nests on some lofty solitude,
Amazing is their fortitude.
Eagles don’t flock,
Turkeys they mock,
Eagles soar to great heights,
Proudly displaying their might.
Eagles don’t escape storms,
Soaring above storms is the norm,
They rise on the winds,
Below them the storm sings.
When the storms of life appear,
We must not be overcome by fear,
Calm we must remain,
Rising like eagles above our pain.
Beautiful…
Beautiful
Thank you Margaret!