A falcon sat on high cliff
Ready to have a free fall
A way of survival
It’s my allure,
I fear no fall
It’s a way of revival
A falcon sat on high cliff
Ready to have a free fall
There are many to teach,
This is the one
I consider, falcon 'a teacher'
As I always call
If not then, please tell me,
The teacher, better than nature,
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The falcon can truly see things from a vantage point that makes it learn a lot.. Metaphorically rich and well crafted poem.. Thanks for sharing..