Ena Whiteraven

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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