Feathered soaring GRACE
An elusive synchronicity with the wind that is beyond measure.
She is free.
Free to soar, Free to glide,
Free to FALL
Free to FAIL.
Free to save herself.
With those like her she
flawlessly DANCES in the sky.
Presenting a tantalizing drizzle of TRUST and hope.
A delicate ESSENCE encased IN Resilience
Born into a dynasty destined for greatness.
Climbing among the clouds she watches as no other can.
A guardian of the universe.
If one BREATHES in and listens.
Her guiding answers are amidst
For she is SINGING, always singing.
poem by Rhonda Barber