How envious am I, the eagle flies
Over the vast soft greenery
Tree branches supported pillows
The valley divided, by a cool running vain
Rocky walls higher up to the spires
A majestic ram standing his stay
Mule deer grazes on tender fields
Smaller wing masters prowling their prey
An ever-changing subtle way of life
As to a rhythm of a symphony’s sonata
On the warm sweeping winds
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Beautiful imagery....
I really like the line about the smaller wing masters. From the eagle's eye, the view is vast.
Thanks for the flight!
Applause,
nekot :-)
I spent so much time watching the bald eagles in the mountains of the Northwest in a dream-state and at an awe of the beauty.
I'm glad you enjoyed it Nekot...
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