Migration Retreat
Rolling greens touch the sky,
below the mountain peek,
its jagged teeth draped in snow
where roads less traveled meet.
Sovereign essence sails free
above blue turquoise skies
taken by the earth to pray,
I cast my old disguise.
Operit winds sing their songs
observe migrating geese,
where I’m at in my mind
I’ve come to find my peace.
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*Note: Operit = the operatic sound of the wind
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