You creep up on me from far off lands.
To show me what is to come and what the world has planned.
When you talk to me you say the world is always changing
and you never know what amazing wonders you’ll be facing.
Sometimes you warn me of great hardships to come.
Many miles away from places where the sun has already gone.
You blow past with a never ending thirst for exploration.
Off to far off lands without any further explanation.
This is the life of the winds that blow.
Howling past like a brother you used to know.
The Nomadic Eagle
Posted on January 1, 2013, in art, daily life, eagle, eagle talk, life, light poetry, poems, poetry, postaday, wind and tagged brother, life, poem.poems, poetry, postaday, traveler, traveling, wind. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.