Raise your soul, start your climb
Up the great tree of life!
Above all, remember why.
Hush, sweet child. Dry your eyes
For in the darkness, there’s a prize
Cloaked among the flesh, disguised.
Hold to center on your flight
And on the day that we unite,
We will streak across the sky
And ascend to greater heights –
Such is the way with perfect light.
Poetry Copyright © 2020 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
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