The majestic Eagle - second verse

 A Flower of the Mountain

I would grow beside the cool crystal water

To bear witness to the birth of its being

With its orchestration of musical sound

Pure and sweet in its joy of living

Tumbling and twisting and rushing to be

A winding river that leads to the sea

I would unfurl mine eye to meet the sun

And there in its light an eagle is soaring

With powerful ease and beauty sublime

Bronzed and golden wings far- reaching

Rising and falling and proud to be

Untamed, unfettered and wild like me

For the flower I’d be, is the person I am

A seasoned survivor through adversity

With delicate strength of gentian blue

Uncomplicated in my simplicity

Alone, but oh; never lonely am I

In such beauty, at one with the sky