A Flower of the Mountain

I would grow beside the cool crystal water To bear witness to the birth of its being With its orchestration of musical sound Pure and sweet in its joy of living Tumbling and twisting and rushing to be A winding river that leads to the sea I would unfurl mine eye to meet the sun And there in its light an eagle is soaring With powerful ease and beauty sublime Bronzed and golden wings far- reaching Rising and falling and proud to be Untamed, unfettered and wild like me For the flower I'd be, is the person I am A seasoned survivor through adversity With delicate strength of gentian blue Uncomplicated in my simplicity Alone, but oh; never lonely am I In such beauty, at one with the sky