Perched high in her dwell
She knew the day had begun so, just well.
Her kids in her warm cozy shell
Each looking like a heavenly angel.
Dressed once in silver, soon to be gold.
Brighter clouds replacing those dark and old
Bathing the pond with a sparkling gold.
Revealing many a tale untold
He rose slowly, high up
High up than the highest peak
Throwing his light on the land before
As his mean slowly begin to speak.
She rose soon, to begin her day's chores
Perhaps so industrious is she, and busy
Because she must work to earn her feed
For life as hers was never easy
She cooed her greeting call
And woke to spread her wings as she must
I watched her soar high, high and high
Until she was no more than a speck of dust.
Hi guys! How're ye all? I stumbled upon this poem when I was ruffling through the pages of my English textbook. Have a good read! God bless! :)
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