Falcon

The endless linen blue sky is beautiful to behold Equally beautiful is falcon as his wings will unfold The visage of the falcon is less then sixty-five million years old Yet something special is in the way it is united with sky something profound and bold Quetzalcoatl in soaring and size has no equal as in sea winds it will thrive But nothing modern, ancient or futuristic is faster than falcon in a dive Since we are bound to our own reference point out of things alive We see it as the master of the sky regardless what form later will arrive That is why it is the form that underlines with its own majesty Something that is beyond all transmutations of destiny The one of our own reference point regardless how amazing later forms might be It underlines the most mesmerizing concept of being philosophically free