When

Follows the guide lines my english teacher gave us to write this for class. She loves it, and I kinda do too!

When

 

When I was a lion

I roared

projecting my pride 

over the savannah,

challenging another to fight me.

 

When I was a falcon,

my wings spread wide

billowing in the wind

gliding through a thermal,

sharing my beauty with all who watched me.

 

When I was a brook

I bubbled along

laughing joyously

as I tripped along the riverbed,

zooming along my way.

 

When I was a daisy

I swayed in the wind

turning my yellow face to the sun

roots digging down deep,

a rare pearl.

 

When I was a wolf

I howled the hunt

sounds and pitches rolling

up and down

elated by the pure connection

of pack song.

 

Now I'm a spirit

floating above,

below, all around. 

Always there,

everywhere at once, 

always watching. 

Author's Note

I like the wolf stanza a lot. Ignore any spelling mistakes please! :]