I sit upon a granite rock where my view is of the distant landscape . The horizon appears as patchquilt design .

The sun enlightened the bright glorious colors , each one a differed shades of green , violet , lavender and brown.

We our feathered wings of flight , hugging wings and gliding effortlessly through out this sky .

Self and I master a position that secures a state of peace . Breathing in each mist from each cloud that flows by .

I said, its a glorious gift , as self speaks of its visions. It’s the climb both desire in togetherness .

All that we , need , is here . Position your selves and dream

For dream’s take flight like a wingspan, and mature into new horizons and desires .

I and self our freed , each mastering the now and present moment . An both look to the future with proper pride !