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The Hawk
THE HAWK
A soaring hawk claims the sky his own Looking over his kingdom, basically alone. Grand and graceful in his very flight, as I bear witness to this privileged sight. Eyes sharp as razors at high altitudes, ability to see all grand or minute.
A winged sentry, a soldier in the air, he may be watching, when you have no idea he is there.
Riding the airstreams at different elevations, if I could only be the hawk, and feel the sensation. Free to live his life as he may, a ...freedom that most, don’t feel today.
Flying for existence with unbinding rule, his body a machine, his wings the tool.
As we go about our day to day, look to the skies and realize, that true freedom is all around us each and every day
