White Eagle
Spirit of the great white eagle.
A beautiful, majestic bird, so regal.
She is gifted with love to behold.
She spreads her wings, lined with gold.
She soars into the morning sky,
Beckoning for the sun to rise.
As life awakens, she calls for Gaia.
She brings forth a vibrant white aura.
All Life welcomes her loving songs.
As the roots of the earth grow strong.
Wildlife is grateful for the beautiful new day.
Gentle wind rustles the trees, as they sway.
Twilight entices life’s well-deserved rest.
As the Eagle flies to the Black Canyon to her nest.
She tucks her head in her wing; feeling content.
The universe blesses her with loving intent.
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