Eagle

I guess the winter is finally here, The cold wind has started howling, The trees have abandoned their green covers, The meadowlarks have abandoned their favorite posts. When I walk around in the meadows, There is absolute silence, the deer and fauna are long gone, There are empty nests all around. High above in the sky, the eagle soars, Flies in circles, high and low, Its elegance of majesty and freedom is in the air to show, Its sky-high soaring makes nearby mountains feel so low. Sometimes it lands on the tall meadow tree, Takes a bird's eye view of all its preys, It does not like my old tired body, It swirls over my head and shoots up high.