When It Rains, It Pours

When it rains, it pours
Just like how an eagle,
doesn't fly, but soars
across the lake, or by
a mountain...

Under the bright sun,
flowers blossom for me,
just like how I would
walk for Momma; smile
at her with wide eyes, and
a yearning to explore.

I don't know where I am,
or where I'm going,
just that it's beautiful.
It's beautiful like my Mom,
like the eagle, or the flower...
It will be as beautiful as you.