The Eagles Eye
(Written by Jonathan Shaw)
As the eagle soars, you can hear the mountain call,
Guiding it to nest, placing its eye upon the extraordinary view.
Gliding and wavering in the sky,
This lonely eagle seeks a new type of high,
Glowing with the sun's reflections on the mountain top peak.
Through the needle of the eye, binocular vision homes in,
Beautiful gaze embracing all in its view,
Across lakes, rivers, and opulent towns,
Witnessing thriving individual citizens,
Their authentic spirits lighting up towns like auroras.
The eagle's eye reveals the rarity of the chosen ones,
Opening a portal for true freedom to be found.
Flight by flapping its feathery wings,
Now cast upon the Utah hills,
Where the divine spirit birthed the throat of the mountains,
Commanding to speak as tall trees converse in the forest.
Receiving an intellectual dialect,
From a seed that sprouted roots with water,
Nature's birth springs forth like cascading waters,
Feeding the mountain tops with raw beauty.
This aerial view truly captures the immense scope of the eagle,
Symbolic of hope, representing a resemblance.
As the eagle soars, shedding tears that fall,
Each tear drawing forth a new light for dawn,
Upon the mountain top, hearing the call for a home.
Challenges arise as humans continue to chop down wood,
Taking pieces of the beauty from this land,
Testing man's hearts against the weight of the eagle's feather,
Balancing against the scale's judgment.
The eagle's cry resonates a hidden message,
Urging to respect the laws of nature and her works,
Acknowledging every creature's soul,
From mountains to trees, ants, birds, and bees.
Life is a gift, and the divine creator is beautiful.
The eagle, guardian of the blue sky,
Observes and protects the raw essence of beauty,
Despite man's greed and plunder.
Time and time again, nature must be protected,
As celestial beings watch over the world's wonders,
Guiding rivers to flow, providing food for all.
The eagle hunts, feeding its offspring,
Embodying the circle of life's purpose,
Balancing the scales with equivalency.
Nature calls for harmony, for a clean rinse,
As the eagle continues to soar in search of its true home.
Spreading its celestial golden wings,
The eagle hopes for all to see through its unwavering gaze,
Embracing the truth and beauty of the world.
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