The Morning Eagle and the Sunset
Panoramic Pandora
Coloring the blue sky with a watercolor brush,
The perfect sun does set.
Soaring and circling in dizzying heights,
The morning eagle disappears out of sight.
And I wonder,
Does the sun that sets go somewhere I know?
Does the eagle find his way back home?
Alone I notice,
Does anyone else dare see?
Those far off distance mysteries know more than you and me.
I step back,
I gaze at all who lack.
I detect,
The sun and eagle worry little.
What wisdom do they hold?
I vow to pay closer notice.
I would be full of pride if I chose to overlook,
The given freedom of the morning eagle,
Is no comparison to a sunset that is created regal?
Bound to this life we are thrown,
Their guidance holds all that is known.
About the Creator
Diana Hayes
Thank you for reading. A ❤️is free. Tips are appreciated. From thoughts to words, I hope to inspire you.
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