Upon the clear blue skies, not a cloud in sight.
Upon a green mountain top, I spread my white feathery wings to see the world below.
I rely on my keen instincts to scout out my surroundings to find a place call “home.”
Where is home?
Home is where I could simply be myself.
A place where I could find protection from predators and raise my future generation.
Life is simple here, living among others that share the same purpose in life.
A place called home, like no other than the lake itself.
A place of sanctuary where the sun rises quietly each morning, to guide me through the day.
The moonlight cast a pale soft yellow glow reflecting the water at night.
At night, I perch silently on a tree branch dozing off to sleep.
This is a place called home, like no other.
