What is in the eagles mind when it soars in divine sky?
Is it thinking about its next navigational move,
whereby feather is tipped just perfect to catch the wind?

Is it perusing the tree landscape for a meal,
or enjoying the suns rays as it bonds with delicate air.

What is the eagle thinking,
as it glides with grace making a majestic scene.

Perhaps it’s contemplating
how it wants no part of those humans
that walk thinking they're free.

For it knows... true freedom is to let go
and move with divine sky. True freedom is not to ask why.