The soft glow of morning glistens off brilliant scales
As the stars that look upon the world wink slowly,
And fade into a sky that, as the light of day begins to pour over the land,
Paints itself in hues of gold and rosy pinks.

Shadows slowly shrink and new ones begin to form
As wings are spread to soak the fresh warmth of dawn.
For a moment in time, harmony overcomes the world,
And worries are left to drift away.

Breathing in deeply the scent of moist earth and tranquil sea air,
She stretches her new found wings,
And relishes the flushed dawn as it begins to fade,
Brightening into a cerulean that envies that of the sea.

This precipice, seen so many times in past dreams,
Now holds a place in her heart greater than any she has ever known;
She closes her eyes and listens to the whispers in the wind.

A song as ancient as the rock she lays upon,
Archaic and hauntingly beautiful,  
Begins to stir in the air and play anew,
As she takes flight for the very first time.

She is home; she is free.