The raging bull that once lit the sky with protective destruction,
has, ever so slowly, redesigned his all mighty position.
Content and proud of his oak leaf crowned citizens,
following the whispers of former outcasts by the millions.
His dominance is not in question, forgetfulness forewarned.
His eternal time is better spent within his lightning, hail and storms.
Never to forget that the creator of those fiercely angry storms
also calls the gentle morning breeze as the eagles’ swarm.
Never abandoned, never dismissed, the age old wheel has turned.
Illuminating farther twinkling lights that now fill the neighborhood.
Hemlocked Heart 
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