Gaze of a Falcon
The grain is gold beyond it meadow it will surpass
Small rodents are making a fuss
The wind forms waves on the sea of grass
As air moves in awe inspiring mass
Like islands grow oak trees
Shortest grass reaches persons' knees
In a distance there is buzz of honey bees
Standing upon towering oak falcon everything sees
Sunset is violet as clouds move in a linen sky
Towards endless horizon falcon will fly
It soars above mountains up high
Its visage in a soul forms a dream that will never die
Time forms echoes with infinity
As in air there is smell of immortality
Eye of the falcon reflects eye of destiny
As this eye encompasses all echoes of continuity
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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