As The Eagle Sees
As The Eagle Sees
As I fly over the tops of the trees of the forest...
~ Smelling, sensationally... aromatically pleasing ~
I catch the scent on the wind ~ dampness of the Earth.
~ Watching, seeing... observing ~
Piercing golden eyes taking all in, animals scurrying all around.
~ Listening, hearing... perceiving ~
Audibly ~ the sounds come crashing through ~ water...
a creek bubbling gently over the land to a place opening wide to a
WaterFall.
~ Tasting, savouring... tantalizing ~
On my tongue... the flavour hits ~ dew on freshly fallen leaves.
~ Moving, gliding... fluidly careening ~
My wings feel warmth ~ the sun, shining Golden upon the Mother.
The Mother looks up...
~ and Smiles ~
at the one who sees her beauty
~ She opens in wonder ~
Hope builds that all her cries and pain may not have been in vain.
As she takes in the one who notices her...
~ She deeply breathes in a certain freshness ~
as She releases her breathe... her sigh is of slight release.
~ Her heart lifts slightly ~
in a rare sense of impending Joy she has not felt for ages.
Knowledge that all may not be lost... envelopes her with a kind of peace.
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