As I looked out over the tree tops
I could see the nests were empty
those huge nests built like a fortress,
the sky was also blank, we had discarded
our eagles once again.
Not the symbols of war, made of plastic
but the spirit of strength from nature
giving us courage in the battle
giving us the hope that we can soar,
opening our eyes to see who we are
connected, to our mother
and to each other, never truly lost
but simply forgetting our wings,
and that loving our neighbor
is a choice.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”