I stand today to catch the sun

The chilly air surrounds my soul

I wish on wings to fly somewhere,

The winds upon my shoulders roll

There’s peace out here, upon the bank

I stand, and stand and stand some more

I strive to learn, I listen well

Silent hawks above me soar.

My gift, is not my presence known

But quietness today, it seems

I’m lost in thought and carried off

On golden shores and spotted wings.

-Tami Asars