My wings rest for now I perch
High atop this tender birch.
Sending forth into the wind
I rise above this world again.
Soaring ever higher above,
I revel in the sights my heart loves.
Like an arrow piercing the sky
I shoot toward the fiery sunrise.
Clouds split and light transcends
Glories that will never end.
Golden arms of the sun reach down
Breathing life into the town.
1989
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