flying poem

My wings, you may not see

My wings, you may not see
But I can fly just as pretty as you please

I drift among the clouds and float upon the winds
I soar over the fields and dance atop the trees

My wings, you may not see
But I can fly… just sit back and watch me

The body feels what the mind can see
I am strong like the eagle, gentle as a butterfly, yet as swift as a honey bee

My wings, you may not see
But I can fly across the ocean or over the top of a mountain range

When I’m flying, my visions come clearly into sight
I know to some, this seems quite strange

My wings, you may not see
But I can fly, quick like any dragonfly

For when I soar, be it day or night
The winds of life lift me up and set me free

My wings, you may not see
But I can fly…. just trust me!

Many Blessings, 
Raventalker