To Be A Bird
© Tim Graham
The Eagle soars, then comes to rest,
atop an impossible tower.
The Eagle soars from the seat of Power.
The Owl watches, patiently perched,
atop a moonlit roof.
The Owl watches from the seat of Truth.
The Lark sings, a melody made,
atop the clouds above.
The Lark sings from the seat of Love.
To be a bird!
To be all three!!!
With enough Love,
to find the Truth and Power in me.
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