What would the Eagle see,
From miles and meters high.
Fighting against the wind,
Searching for preys drifting by.

Would my problems look as ginormous,
Or would my achievements seem too low?
Would my efforts hold any cradle
Beneath it's feathery shadow?
To the Eagle in the sky, how small could I be?

We are beings doomed by and with greed,
While the Eagle sharpens what it needs.
Albeit fraudulent, we show care
It sheds old claws; prefering the air
Just how far can the Eagle see?