Palms trees sway side to side
Fanning their green fans attach
Cooling each other from heat
From sizzling Sun above
Beating down warm rays
Bathing crusted palm trees
Dotting along the coast
Stretch from miles and miles
Along a southern beach
From distant lands she comes a flight
On eagles wings perched high
Her golden hair like rays shine bright
Eyes of sea blue catch the light
Where she comes I do not know
Upon eagle wings she fly on
Scouring for what I do not know
Over lands that stretch far and wide
She searches throughout the sky
Some kingdom hidden among clouds
So soft and billowing are the walls
She is a warrior with her bird
Flying high above the skies
Seeking entrance to kingdom in the sky.
Rivers rage against storms
Rivers float quietly when calm
Rivers lazy meanders slowly down
Rivers dry when heat beats down hotly
Rivers change to ice and freeze over
Rivers bring joy when fish jump out
Rivers are the source of water
That brings so much to nature
Open your eyes to the world beyond
Nothing is the black and white;
You think or have believed in.
See the color that rains down.
Immerse yourself in its many shades
Each one different than the next.
Not one is same as the other
As they are their own special one
With what and who they want to be.
How does love come to us?
Does it fly upon eagle wings
Soaring high above the sky?
Does it grow like trees
From tiniest seed to tall trees
We see all around us?
How does love come—
From across the oceans
Upon the moving waves?
Does it come and wrap
Around us in some invisible way?
Where does love come I wonder;
Does it come from deep within us?
I run with the pack;
We are one in the spirit
As we chase our prey;
The caribou who runs ahead.
Like a motion blur
We blend together
To chase our prey the caribou;
Who will sustain and nourish us.
I am part of the pack;
We are one in the spirit;
We are a pack of noble wolves.
Fast in winged flight birds fly past
Dots in the sky there’s lots;
Bringing their voices to rhythmic ringing
Belt the chirping loud I felt
Sounds from above I stand on the grounds
Listening to their music as I caught feathers glistening
Through branches to which they flew
Sitting; chirping a tune so fitting
I hum with them as I look for them.