4d
The goshawk barely visible
in the shady grove
He bursts through
like the sun through cloud.
He masters the skies
and his cries
open the new day.
My spirit flies with him
and does not return.
in the shady grove
He bursts through
like the sun through cloud.
He masters the skies
and his cries
open the new day.
My spirit flies with him
and does not return.
