Spirit Flight by Robert G Parent
The crows high in the tree looks down on me.
I can't hide the truth shines out for all those with eyes to see.
The scared little person within waits to be known and as an eagle fly.
The crows high in the tree, in an ancient language, speak to me.
Something within. My soul. Shouts. You know who you are.
A holy silence descends. I find illumination. My wings expand. As an eagle, I fly.
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