Falcon Valley

Rolling hills through endless horizon Sometimes among sea of grass tree appears like a beacon From the side of the valley fields of grain appear golden Ancient Gods look at the valley with reflection Beyond rolling hills forest and mountains are vast Forever their countenance may last Sun is shining but serene shadow colossal oak will cast The wind murmurs the ballad of ancient past The falcon hovers above the field Once upon a time this area was battlefield Now serene and gentle like grass in which soul of this place is concealed To the all seeing eye of the falcon all is revealed The fields’ smell of iris and rose feels like a bliss The eye of the falcon universe sees It knows apocalypse where beginning is Where all the paradoxes limiting intelligence cease Beyond greatest in all that exists and not exists And lying beyond that mists Where out worlds math persists And consoling the soul divine nirvana exists