My first sight of the Zion Cliffs
Sent my soul soaring to the skies,
Circling and dancing with the swifts,
They can go where my spirit flies.
Be aware of the zephyr wind
Ever changing, navigating,
Trying to find the Zen within
By seeking the calm and soothing.
Perfection sought, but seldom found,
Content by being a witness
To flights while Iím still on the ground
Of the darting birdís fitness.
I will take the sight to my grave,
Wishing that I could be so brave.