It was the grey that hated all the colors, and was jealous
of the love they shared. The eagles had built a strong home
a large nest in the tallest tree, but the grey felt left out
and gathered clouds for an attack. For days the storm was building
wind and rain about to burst, until finally one night the grey
surged with hate, and filled itself with black, shouting
and commanding the storm, to unleash the venom.
The eagles were strong and stretched out their wings to protect the eggs,
no matter how much wind, no matter how much rain, they withstood
the attack. But the branches of the tree were not that strong
they began to crack and break, the eagle with purple surging screamed
as the huge nest tumbled to the ground, and all of the eggs began rolling,
tumbling, falling, bouncing down the mountain, until they reached
the bottom of a ravine breaking.
But the Creator had decided on a miracle that night,
and instead of wings unfolding, or talons protruding through
there were arms with fingers, and feet with toes,
although these first people did have a lot of feathers,
they were indeed the first people.
The wonderful conclusion tomorrow!
Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”