Soul Formation

A deluxe abandoned soul well formed Coalesced inside the pterodactyl flight With warmth on primal wing still soars Well above volcanic ash accumulated Storms felt it first Before the past could settle in the snow Could know the cold Stone age man observes the power Looking up, learns how to fly To escalate the day Inhibited by nothing In that moment God knew what to do It is never too late to fill in empty space In a breath of future wildly disguised Souls form far reaching in the sky Get lost sometimes inside creation Grow heavier than the mind can reason Something we don't need to understand