The Tree of Life

The tree of life is where I nest. An eagle with a broken wing. I stare at the sky daily, dreaming of touching the clouds I used to ride. They say focus on you, leave relationships alone. That kind of love they show in wanting to protect me is the truest kind of friendship.

But, not to love is like telling an eagle not to fly. I have to spread my wings and feel the wind. The sun does call to me, longing to feel its warmth on clear days I scream in the agony of loneliness. I will spread my wings again, full Valor, and feel that rush of living in the sky as dreamers do. Do not fear for me. I have lived more than most and have died many times over in my own heart.

Aye, she does call to me. My love of the ages. Her wings as broken as mine but she still flies to me. She is my soul mate. 2 dreamers whisked away in a story none could ever imagine. Do not fear for us, for we are valiant. We are the the royalty of dreamers, the clouds be are crowns. The sky bends a knee to the colors we use to paint it as background for every story we live.

There once was a time, when dreamers were laughed at for having their heads in the clouds. They laugh no longer, we are the dreamers who have proved dreams are a thing to chase and make yours. They scramble for the clouds, they are my home.

The tree of life is where we nest, watch us fly together,we rule these skies.

Believe...