The morning uttered

The early morning moved me
Like a whirlwind to the highest point of my being
Beating like a tide against it
It transformed into the will
growing like veins into the abundant bulges

Crashing against the times and their complaints
overrunning them
changing them, shredding them yet blessing them
Coloring voids
Collecting together like bees
then exploding like a dense flock of grounded birds taking wing

Curving around the closed and open spaces
rewriting the beliefs, the thoughts and ambitions
The air spoke to me as if my best friend
heat in it's words
I opened it's gift
The morning uttered a word
The incredible energy of peace and strength

It said "Free"