With-in the wings of an eagle; A dragon resides in flight.
In thoughts only mesmerized by an imaginative sight.
Like a fox running threw the woods in pursuit of a chase.
Splendors of my mind;just in the presence of my Grace.
The whipper willow tree sighted alone;hardly any....
The pine trees numerous;mingling with so many...
I now sit in awe looking upwards;as an eagle soars above.
The lake motionless;near-by reflecting this view that I just love...
It was then I noticed my face upon the lakes reflection;as I stand.
Whispering wind up-lifting my prayers held in my heart and by my hand.
Out loud asking God ,"why?"So, much to see and all these emotions...
Holding onto what I can recall; In reminiscent of this certain notion.
You lend-ed your hand out when I was so weak.
You still cared to lift me when I felt so meek...
That's when I noticed you;Your beauty,glory and nature;in my Grace...