I wrote this back when I was living in Vail, Colorado. A very beautiful place that was impetus for some deep contemplation.
HOPE
Look to the sky on eagle wings.
See the majesty in all things.
Realize you are a part of everything,
The trees, the land, the cielo bleu.
Rush to the ground – falling fast.
Knowing all good things can't last.
Hit the ground with a crushing thud,
Pain, anguish, despair in the mud.
Look up to the sky and cry out loud.
Rest and mend those broken wings.
Hobble around for a bit,
Yet to fly again is worth the wait.
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