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