An Eagle
It soars in the empty space surrounded by the blue sky,
its wings freely spread wide.
It eyes the ground below it, seeing everything that is still
or moving, giving it an image of a sky king; no other bird
can see as far as it.
As its feathers start waning their glow with age, it seeks refuse
high up in the mountains; it painfully plucks its feathers, and breaks
its old beak against the rocks. As time passes, the Sun's rays kiss
its body, and new feathers come to be, and a new powerful beak
sprouts from within it. The sky birds then get their king once more.....
It is also a divine symbol to many Native American tribes,
and a symbol of strength in present times.
If God would ask me what kind of animal I would want to be if I was
to reincarnate, I would say, "Yes, an eagle I would want to become!"
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