Carla Olson

Flight O The Hawk

Breaking dawn, a glimpse of a delicate movement gliding throughout the wide-open skies
He sways with the rhythm of the cool breeze
The flight of grace begins the day
A floating in the air, feeling the cool, crisp breeze beneath his massive wings
At this moment, nowhere to go just meant to float
In an instant, a flight begins
Surveying the land below, contemplates a destination
Admiring beauty in the path, seeks higher planes above anger, anguish and wrath
Many choices to land

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