POEMS for everything

The Eagle Within

I am the wind that blows across.
The eagle that soars above,
Circling the melting pot,
Over the storms and earthquakes.

I am music,
Diverse,
But still the same.
The blood through my veins run,
Like notes on a music sheet.

I am the elctrcitiy,
Powering everything,
Running,
A gear of a massive machine.
I am the pride that flows through the machine,
Like oil.

I am a mere leaf of one tree,
A tree that bears fruit seasonally,
Without fail.
From a branch of what used to be a twig.
A leaf that stays green no matter what,
Evergreen.

I am the North Star that shines,
Just as bright as the others
-sometimes brighter-
Stars that form webs and constellations.
I am me.

Steven Krauss-Akins ©2015