The Eagle

The skies grow dim

The clouds turn grey

And light flashes on the horizon

The winds grow strong and those of the air seek shelter

But the eagle takes flight

While others try to escape the furry of the storm

The eagle confronts it

He rides upon the very winds that push others down

The stronger the storm rages the higher he flies

The harder the storm tries to push him down the greater his success

He flies above the storm where the skies are clear and calm

He looks below and sees others cowering beneath the storm

The storm battered their shelter till they had none

It decides their fate

And they at its mercy

They tried to escape its furry but rather received its full destructive force

They tried to take the easy path and avoid the storm

To flee from it

Where as the eagle rode into it

He knew the only way to escape the furry of the storm was to rise above it

Not run and hide from it

We must face the storm

Only then will it cower beneath us