When the storms
and winds of Earth collide, to bring destruction upon those who refuse to fly
but prefer to hide, the masses scurry into their holes, hiding deep with in for
fear of the storm.
Yet but the few
who reside on the cliff faces high, and at the tops of the trees now battered
by the winds and storms that have come nigh.
These have
waited for this moment in time, for with these winds and storms they use such
to their own reward.
For fear they
not these things of life, for now they screech defiant into the storms strong
force. They then spread forth their wings and begin their climb.
For to soar
with the eagles but few know how, and this is why they rise far above the
cowering crowds.
If you be an
eagle follow suit if not there be plenty of places for one to hide.
11/26/2015
Tsul’ Kalu
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