Apollo's Eden


Breathtaking... A sunrise of colors, orange and red,
An abstract scene, your mind is led.
Rocky black castles reach the sky,
Far above the clouds so high.
The last cricket chirps, the sparrows sing;
The mighty eagle takes his wing,
And flies.

The sky explodes; the sun shines bright
Through silver clouds into bands of light.
The majestic mountain governs all.
Between His world and ours, a peaceful wall.
Cottontails play without a care;
The eagle feels a gust of air,
And glides.

The sky grows dark and thunder booms,
A sudden aire of eerie gloom.
The omenous monster still stands tall,
Lightening strikes; rain starts to fall.
The creatures run; the streams grow wide.
The eagle finds a place to hide
And cries.

The thunder stops, the sun peeks through,
The distant sky, a brilliant blue.
The castle shines a steady glow,
Before a towering rainbow.
The sun shines bright, the rabbits race.
The eagle now knows he is safe,
And sighs.

The sunset comes with orange and red;
The day has finally reached an end.
The mountain fades into the night,
Awaiting tomorrow's morning light.
The birds fall silent; the crickets sing.
The eagle takes its final wing...
Breathtaking.


-- T. Willsie, 1990




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