Flying high like never before..
Wings freed of disillusion
Soul bathed with penance
The eagle basks in the timeless sun...
The earth looks small from up here,
Though eyes can catch the hare's leaps,
The pigeons bickering,
And the rats squeaking in the holes of the ground.
Yet, no attempt does he make,
To dive down
And slaughter a life again.
He is soaring high-
Leaving this earthly bound
For another one.