Soaring on wings that cannot fly
scouring the sand for life
drifting over beds where treasues lie
living below the worldly strife
The gentle undulation of sturdy wings
in grace beyond mere mortals
the joy of spirit within sings
with this glimpse of other portals
With colors of grey, or blue or green
the angels of the deep
glide stately by when they are seen
giving memories to keep
Anna
Leann
Beautifully written.
Ch'erie
Birgit and Roger
Beautiful pic compliments strong imagery and verse; glad you shared it with landlocked readers! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.