A gentle whisper,
A roaring lion
The silken rose petal,
The concrete of stone and ion
Wandering from the heights and
Speaking from the heart
Tales of courage,
A never ceasing art
Where words fail a step or stand will speak,
Where there is fear of failing, there you’ll find me
Take a leap, trust your wings, and let it be,
Sweet flight – oh the thing’s you’ll see
I start in the very belly of thought,
I will ruin all trepidation you’ve been taught
I cannot be contained
I cannot be silenced
The succumbing fire
The soothing seas
A gentle whisper
A roaring lion
Tales of courage
An inspiration of form never dying.
