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
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