Eye of Condor

Soaring all is quiet except for the rushing swoosh In front of you the horizon looms lying in wait Quiet and stable hanging in white A haze of dust in light of day The clouds floating up above And you see everything My mighty Condor As you soar And you like the way the wind feels under your wings It holding you up excites you You stretch that wingspan just to feel Your muscles pulling tight against the air The avian frame built in bone holds out High up in the azure sky Blue mirror up on high Looking down upon thine Open steps Oh Condor, my Condor Spread your wings all the more May your cry be heard all the further As you glide your familiar flight routes Patrolling the crags and the open meadows Keep guard over the other flocks Watch the horses herding Keep an eye out for a snack The local hyrax or hare will do Mighty Condor You know every draft As they have taken you up To where you turn in your circles To look down and to be where you are For better one hand of tranquility Than two hands filled with toil And a chasing after wind

CuldeSac

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