The Vision
I see a vision gliding through the mist high above all that exists.
I feel its beauty grace within as i watch its powerful wings take to the wind.
I hear her voice guiding the way,
safely protecting through the day.
she needs not what humans greed.
She lives for what she wants to be.
She is free.
Copyright © Randall Ingram | Year Posted 2005
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