God's Eagles

Mounted canyons through mists

Vertical walls of wars

Crevices which crassly illumine

Canary blue open skies

Upwards through the cracks

We soar

Borne of winds of nature

Borne of need

Soaring we climb

Past the cracks

Past the stunted growth

Old fingers

Gnarled branches of time

Illumine to illuminated

Sheerest brilliance of sun

Soothing our troubled minds

We soar

For that is all we know

Only to fly

Never stopping

Soaring

That is all we know

Where we land

We survey all

From mountain tops

Shaded copses

Masterful landscapes

God’s eagles