Soaring

The falcon carries no expectations
Soaring above the land
No fear of falling
No worries about yesterday

Only the soaring
wings stretched out
the wind carrying it
higher and higher

Its eyes observing
seeing long distances
across the landscape
feeling the sun shinning
off in the distance

feathers are light and colorful
hollow and flexible
Bending and bowing
as the falcon leans to the side

Gently gliding along
invisible jet streams
The falcon can't see them
or understand them
But he knows they are there

The falcon only feels the sensation
of rising and rising
No effort or struggle
The hands of Mother Nature
Guiding him to even greater heights

It lets out a loud screech
echoing in the valley
Acknowledging the wind that carries it
and it's connection with the sky