Beauty is a bird that Sings to the heart, while pleasing the eyes br She refuses to be caged because freedom is her life blood br Only can a free soul be truly beautiful, for limitations are br clips to the wings of her slendor golden body of lust br br The bird sings in her angelic voice changing the hearts of many br And within her music flows the secret of elagance. br Perched on a tree she rests her tired wings, sleep over comes her. br She is awakened by another song, the song of the northern winds br br Wisdom are the winds that blow from the north, Cool and Mystical br These winds give flight to beauty as the world begins to unfold br A wise eye can see the beauty that the song could never show br and the wind that brings a tear to the eye is knowledge. br br Confidence is the rain that falls beneath the horizon br He is moved by the winds of wisdom with percision br When the rain falls even in failure is something learned br And nourished by the rain are the flowers of creativity. br br Creativity the beloved flower of the poet, who hears the wisdom br Watches the birds fly and the rains fall and when drenche br in the rain, proceeds to create a very special thing. br The soul in which can be reached through balance of wind rain and song.