Emerging from his slumber,
His wings unfold from it's blanket of protection.
His colour dries in it's own unique fashion.
The fragile lattice work binds the dusty ink
In an intricate and majestic pattern .
The etched colour reflects the sun like stained glass.
On the breathe of God his beauty in full view
His erratic and graceful flight seems to draw our focus
And landing to display his splendor of God's handiwork.
A trophy appearing as tender delicate softness
But holding the strength to travel thousands of miles
Only because his God carries him on the wind.
Amy Rainey 7/7/09
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