12 August 2008

I Soar

I spread like a butterfly and take flight in the comfort of the wind,
Carefree of the issues beneath my realm,
They abound, daily striving to over take me,
I soar high over the shores of gloom and snares,
Meandering in the garden of calm
As I nestle high, over the platitude of misery and want.
I rest from the toil without and the turmoil within
And fear not at the appearance of ill,
Indeed, its swift arrival will surely beat a hasty retreat.
I spread my wings and am carried over and above to
The place that is safe from all that causes harm.

© Deboo August 2008.
Pictures by "photobucket"
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