I found my self in the eye of the storm
when above me soared a bird
Deafened by the tempest's roar
sweet melodies I heard
she flapped her wings and braved the wind
towards the clouds she flew
and once her last feather's disappeared
beside me an iris grew
I found my self in the eye of the storm
when the iris was in bloom
her yellow eyes offered me light
in the chaos and the gloom
She stood ***** and gazed above
her petals a calming deep blue
with one last stretch she touched the sky
and smiled at the view