a free spirit, I dream of
flying high with spreading wings
across seven seas and oceans
over hills and mountains
across deserts and rainforests
with eagle eyes, spread my gaze
savored all beauty laid before me
each layer revealed magnificent color
Wrapped in the cloak of seasonal change
Splendor of nature
Hidden under façade of winter sonata
Of spring chorus,
Of summer concert,
of autumn symphony
Stand aloof, yet so near
The music of the heart
I flew higher,
and higher,
And more,
Into the wilderness of vast paradise
seeking the limit of the skies
piercing through clouds and torrents
Soared with such freedom in air
Drifted away within rolls of white cloud towers
My spirit wandered blissfully
eager to meet the utmost beauty
Cuddled within embrace of peace
A serenity of the heart and soul
higher and higher
my wings faltered
yet, not yet I found
beauty that I looked for
my spirit withered
Freedom was an illusion
Until I behold The Most Gracious
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