Bird

Sitting upon a hill perched in a tree.
A breeze ruffles the leaves whistling gently.
The fragrance of flowers caught by wind.
Fields of grain swaying like ocean waves.
An abundance of life that draws the eye.
Siting on the limb all this the bird overlooks.
In limitless vast skies where flight is took.
Lifting from the earth into the heavens.
Birthed from the mother angels arisen.

Unfortunately I am still struggling with this a bit but I have some background nose to put it politely.  I am going to have to revisit this again.  I really am having a hard time with ending this poem.

Sitting upon a hill.
Perched in tree and still,
Breeze ruffling leaves.
Whispering gentle rustles.
Flowers fragrance dancing.
Scents of beauty prancing.
Fields of grain sway
The abundance draws away.
On this limb to overlook
Limitless vast skies mistook
Realizing the motion undertook
In this moment flight is took.
Thoughts glide through sky.
Definition of being the reason why.
Life owed to mother earth.
To all that is living give birth.

On this revision I moved the poem to include poetic language.  The problem I am having now is that there is a duality of meaning.

Sitting up on a hill in a tree perched and still I have me as company.  As the breeze ruffles through the trees the leaves whisper to me gently.  In the wind fragrant flowers dance and their beauty captivates my senses.  Wild fields of grain sway their abundance fills me with happiness.  On this limb I look upon the sky in its limitless vastness I learn about myself coming to realizations of flight and motion.  The thought of blissfully gliding through the sky is the definition of my being.  To my life I owe mother earth having given birth to all that is living.

So I actually put out a little bit of a word dump.   It was kind of like looking for my spirit animal.  I originally title this "At One".  My criticism is that I think I should dump the last sentence.  Please let me know your opinion.  See the first run below:

Sitting upon a hill in a tree perched so still.  I have me as company.  As the breeze ruffles through the trees the leaves whisper to me gently.  In the wind flowers dance their fragrance and beauty captivate my senses in a lust filled trance.  With the grain my emotions sway in the happiness of this moment which my memory tucks gently away.   On this limb I look upon the sky in it limitless vastness I learn about myself coming to realizations of emotions and ideas benefiting from its serenity adding to myself.  To my life I owe mother earth in its to all living things to nature she gave birth.