Sometimes
steadfast and strong, solid and unmoving.
Sometimes I am a cloud
light, wispy, blown everywhere by the wind.
Sometimes I am an eagle
flying above the clouds
riding the wind with complete control,
landing on the mountain when the wind is too strong
or I just need to rest.
Sometimes I'm just a man
bound here to the Earth;
and sometimes I'm a spirit
Knowing heaven's worth.
Originally published on my other blog, Solar Wind.







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