I found myself in the eye the storm

I found my self in the eye of the storm 

when above me soared a bird

Deafened by the tempest's roar

sweet melodies I heard

she flapped her wings and braved the wind

towards the clouds she flew

and once her last feather's disappeared

beside me an iris grew

I found my self in the eye of the storm

when the iris was in bloom

her yellow eyes offered me light

in the chaos and the gloom

She stood erect and gazed above

her petals a calming deep blue

with one last stretch she touched the sky

and smiled at the view