Dreamt I was eagle
flying high in the sky,
soaring on two wings
and the thermals was I.
The feeling of freedom
as I looked down below,
the clouds were majestic
and the Sun was aglow.
The dream continued
but this time I was deer,
bounding and frolicking
in a meadow, all clear.
No man in sight
to disturb my good time,
the dewed grass was sweet,
unpolluted, divine.
Shape shifting commenced
and I became frog,
snatching up insects
as I sat on my log.
Two hops away
to a lily pad nearby,
sunning myself
til my skin turned dry.
Taken aback
this time I was tree,
reaching for the Sun
defying gravity.
Swaying back and forth
to the rhythm of Wind,
my roots gather water
for a drink from within.
Then I became rock
polished and still,
wanting to move
with all of my will.
Weathered and worn
by the passage of time,
elements have their way
as I wish sublime.
When I awoke
it became so clear,
that we are all connected
to the things we hold dear.
-C. H. Eldridge
Adirondack Native Photography 