Speak with the silence of the eye and listen to the infinite sky.
Rushing through my veins like an inner quake.
Vibrations of life carved a path to take.
Clarity is lost, reflection blurred.
Inner peace is pushed and stirred.
Whipping breezes up root old and new growth.
Nature cultivates regrowth to both.
Stillness of wisdom quietly evolve.
Restoration and growth problem solve.
The owl stands with a sturdy contrast.
A visual to hold.
A story is told.
Silence, strength and unwavering confidence will not break.
My soul is awake.
Wisdom and peace rearrange inner space.
Strength and posture concede with grace.
Unveiling an inner healing place.
The owl is a reminder life is to embrace.